Self-Knowledge XVII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge." And he answered, saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets ...
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge." And he answered, saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets ...
The small pond shimmering the light breeze creating waves yet, in the lee of the grasses far less than reed ...
Turning so gracefully into the wind feathers like fingers pointing guiding the arc of its climb Carving the air so ...
In the courts of the Romans beaten and scourged mocked and taunted our Lord and our savior on the way ...
A shroud of purple, soiled color royalty mocked, in the prison, in the dungeon a king with a reed for ...
We were the crown of thorns thrust onto our savior's brow the reed put into his hand, the purple robe ...
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade 'Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease ...
The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying -- this to Us Made Nature ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Across the sea, along the shore, In numbers more and ever more, From lonely hut and busy town, The valley ...
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping; I could not tell the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, Where the ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing ...
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