Sonnet XXXI. Life And Death. 3. (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
IF death be final, what is life, with allIts lavish promises, its thwarted aims,Its lost ideals, its dishonored claims,Its uncompleted ...
IF death be final, what is life, with allIts lavish promises, its thwarted aims,Its lost ideals, its dishonored claims,Its uncompleted ...
I saw my world again through your eyes As I would see it again through your children's eyes. Through your ...
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and ...
A piece of her past conjured up in the haze of the burning sage, the haunting sounds of the wolf, ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her ...
This window is confidence, documenting proceedings, capturing moments, cleansing views challenging sentiment. This window is nourishment filling the eyes with ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
This is not a recording, circa 1998 of the Cologne Chamber Orchestra conducted by Helmut Muller-Bruhl but the orchestra themselves, ...
The voice of a dead poet calling out from his grave asking me to follow his visions. Once a spirit ...
I phone from time to time, to see if she's changed the music on her answerphone. 'Tell me in two ...
TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over, (From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the ...
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well, O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb What yieldest thou?--is there life ...
I was tired of being a woman, tired of the spoons and the post, tired of my mouth and my ...
Chill penury repress'd his noble rage, And froze the genial current of his soul. GRAY. IF GRIEF can deprecate the ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
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