The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
WHEN with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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 ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
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