The Bees and the Flies (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"The Mother Hive"-- Actions and Reactions A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page The story of ...
"The Mother Hive"-- Actions and Reactions A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page The story of ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
O Liberty, God-gifted-- Young and immortal maid-- In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
The church's beauty in the eyes of Christ. SS 4:1-11. Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord, Affection sounds ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors' continual cry Growing ...
The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze, From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright, While ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short ...
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