The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
OUT over the Forth, I look to the North; But what is the north and its Highlands to me? The ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom ...
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
CHAPTER 1 Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific, Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what demon Hath form'd this ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific! Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon Hath form'd this abominable ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed, Have drunk the ...
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