Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
Love her he doesn't but the thought he puts into that young woman would launch a national product complete with ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make ...
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn: The humble Sheep. a threatning horn: While the Lily white, shall in Love ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
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