Night (Lord Dunsany Edward Plunkett Poems)
Night falls on the lone Sahara, and spark by spark Arabs I have not known Light fires in the dark. Of the specks of ...
Night falls on the lone Sahara, and spark by spark Arabs I have not known Light fires in the dark. Of the specks of ...
How green you are, oasis,How pure,how alive!Where could I find such peaceIf not in you!The caravan passed byBearing frankincense, gold ...
In bookstores there are no books,in books no words,in words no essence:there are only husks.In museums and waiting roomsare painted ...
Thirty-one camelstrudge through the white burning sandsof the Sahara,laden with the loadof my longing,the treasure of my sacred hope.against themSahara ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
Preludes.I The Wife's Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to please ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
dear boss i was talking with an ant the other day and he handed me a lot of gossip which ...
Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.Плыли свечи. И ...
When Autumn's melancholy robes the land With silence, and sad fadings mystical Of other years move thro' the ...
Oh, quickly rise, Thou lovely and most welcome Moon! Look into my sad eyes, Ere sober Night too quickly hies;- ...
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,And ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
Until the Desert knows That Water grows His Sands suffice But let him once suspect That Caspian Fact Sahara dies ...
I did not reach Thee But my feet slip nearer every day Three Rivers and a Hill to cross One ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
The ostrich roams the great Sahara. Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra. It has such long and lofty ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
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