Prologue (Dylan Thomas Poems)
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
As ek vanaand so moedersielAlleen hier by die vuurherd sit,Dan borrel my geheue op,En maak my hart en siel uit ...
Carols nature, counsel men.Different notes as rook from wrenHear we when our steps begin,And the choice is cast within,Where a ...
IFlowers of the willow-herb are wool;Flowers of the briar berries red;Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule,Flowers of the ...
Tum Rindle lope fro' the chimbley nook, As th' winter sun wur sinkin';Aw'm tire't o' keawrin' here i'th smooke, ...
A little boy with crumbs of breadMany a hungry sparrow fed.It was a child of little sense,Who this kind bounty ...
To-day I want the sky,The tops of the high hills,Above the last man's house,His hedges, and his cows,Where, if I ...
Sports of the field!—deadly or maiming blow Aimed at a gentle bird!—the timid hare From her half slumber in warm ...
Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about ...
Starflower little flower elegant in your simplicity delicate stamens bright yellow anthers star of the northwind growing through the leaf ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled ...
(Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore.) Once more to daily toil--once more to wear The weeds of infamy--from every joy The ...
Behold! I'm old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night ...
A-sittin' in the Bull and Pump With double gins to keep us cheery Says she to me, says Polly Crump" ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories