The Reformers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
So much of our faith that which is eternal the dogma we believe without a certain creed Something inside something ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
A simple basket of spring flowers. A token of my love. A tradition begun. And enduring. Iris, tulip, forsythia, quince, ...
A year ago A poem took shape First in my heart Then on the printed page. Born of my love ...
We are perched, walking on the edge of an errant planet, off-kilter and dizzy wobbling off course in its orbit ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
For that thy face is fair I love thee not; Nor yet because the light of thy brown eyes Hath ...
'Twas the apple that in Eden Caused our father's primal fall; And the Trojan War, remember -- 'Twas an apple ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the ...
In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
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