Zion (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, ...
The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
Sitting down with evil giving lies a stage complicit in their propaganda giving voice to their rage The opiate of ...
Let the madman rant let him rave deny him a platform deny him the stage Allowing him to speak to ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
When Cupid held an auction sale, I hastened to his mart, For I had heard that he would sell The ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they'll find ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
Know, that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong, Ballad and story, ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
Though I defy the howling horde As bloody-browed I smite, Back to the wall with shattered sword When darkly dooms ...
Good people of Dundee, your voices raise, And to Miss Baxter give great praise; Rejoice and sing and dance with ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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