233. Song-O were I on Parnassus Hill (Robert Burns Poem)
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
nowhere left to go standing, at the crossroads just a man. searching the sand for his fingerprints, lost so long ...
sail on, when the sun is gone when the wind rises off a river slow when you hear no more ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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 ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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