The Celestial Lover (Aubrey Vincent Beardsley Poems)
The Caf? Strelitz was almost empty. Upon a hot midday in July, Don Juan wandered into the Caf? Strelitz ...
The Caf? Strelitz was almost empty. Upon a hot midday in July, Don Juan wandered into the Caf? Strelitz ...
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
I never made a poem, dear friend-- I never sat me down, and said, This cunning brain and patient hand ...
however foul the times or difficult the ways are through those personal morasses this change of age won't let a ...
The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then ...
The prayer omitted the scripture chosen yet part of the lesson missing by leaving out his prayer God speaking healing ...
The pillars of the people the disciples at the beginning the twelve gathered with him to celebrate the Passover feast ...
Over and over in the holy word, holy failures, people failing in human eyes, became leaders, prophets, kings, saving, guiding, ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Summer begins to have the look Peruser of enchanting Book Reluctantly but sure perceives A gain upon the backward leaves ...
Parting with Thee reluctantly, That we have never met, A Heart sometimes a Foreigner, Remembers it forgot -- (Emily Dickinson)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
The leaves are falling one and one, Each like a life to me, As over-soonly in the sun They spiral ...
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; ...
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