The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
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