Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
I. Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught---speak truth---above ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
O BONIE was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; And bonie she, and ah, how ...
HIS face with smile eternal drest, Just like the Landlord's to his Guest's, High as they hang with creaking din, ...
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
WHILE larks, with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
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