When Winchester races (Jane Austen Poem)
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
After yesterday afternoon's blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from leaves and twigs ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine (A. R. Ammons)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. There ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
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