Rome: The Vatican-Sala Delle Muse. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Lives waiting huddled in our houses school cut short cancellations Watching the weather forecast another log on the fire snow ...
The wood already charred its color on my fingers building a teepee over the discarded papers kindled with the lighter ...
The soft snow giving the bite of the shovel catching the sand thrown covering the sidewalk the blacktop frozen glaze ...
A challenge for the plowman thrown down in as in a duel the road now five feet wider To see ...
in the mirror of our neighbors our image, our reflection projected from our faces Do they see Christ when they ...
The wise men brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh the shepherds brought their hope, their wonder, sang praises on high to ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm -- Pink, lank and warm -- But as he was ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
One night one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings; one night in which fantastic fireflies ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
So shall this book wax like unto a well, Fairy with mirrored flowers about the brim, Or like some tarn ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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