The Gypsy and the Wind (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Come, sit we under yonder tree, Where merry as the maids we'll be; And as on primroses we sit, We'll ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- Widths out of the Sun -- And look -- and shudder, ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers To touch the covered corpse of him that fled The uplands for the ...
A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
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