Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
This time is equal to all time that's goneOf like extent, nor heeds to hide its faceBefore the future: each ...
The present implies presencethusunauthorized by the presentthese letters are left authorless --have lost all originsince the inscribing handlost life.The harshness ...
March days return with their covert light,and huge fish swim through the sky,vague earthly vapours progress in secret,things slip to ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
I want my child, the mother said, as through The deep sweet air of purple-breathing mornShe rose mid clouds of ...
"HIS face is truly of the Roman mould, He bears within the heart of Cato, too; Although his look ...
Trying to imagine the song of the angels that holy night so long ago waking the shepherds from their slumber ...
Finding a way, to get it all done to balance the interests, to get the access the hearing needed, to ...
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the ...
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