The Wage-Slaves (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide-- Self-exiled from our gross delights-- Above, beyond, outside: An ampler ...
Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide-- Self-exiled from our gross delights-- Above, beyond, outside: An ampler ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
it began as a secret desire (an itch in the marrow too vague to get through to the bone) an ...
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the ...
On the other side of a mirror there's an inverse world, where the insane go sane; where bones climb out ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl -- I read that Foreign Lady -- The Dark -- ...
Much MADNESS is divinest sense (Author) To a discerning eye Much sense the starkest madness. 'T' is the MAJORITY In ...
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Chorus-O aye my wife she dang me, An' aft my wife she bang'd me, If ye gie a woman a' ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
It is, and is not, I am sane enough, Since you have come this place has hovered round me, This ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give me back my book and take my kiss instead. Was ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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