Dorcas (George MacDonald Poems)
If I might guess, then guess I wouldThat, mid the gathered folk,This gentle Dorcas one day stood,And heard when Jesus ...
If I might guess, then guess I wouldThat, mid the gathered folk,This gentle Dorcas one day stood,And heard when Jesus ...
All things are seamless,As though forgotten, light and dull.From the sacred heights the green sky spillsStill water on the city.Glazed ...
If her little sister was an adverb describing verbs in motion a verb for her about her fashion sense To ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
They dropped like Flakes -- They dropped like Stars -- Like Petals from a Rose -- When suddenly across the ...
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Love there is enough magic here inside this one word to change our world forever mountain snow lying across life's ...
Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Your voice, with clear location of June days, Called me outside the window.You were there, Light yet composed, as in ...
I sat on a low stone wall Watching the blue blood of the azaleas Spatter on Haworth's cobbles. A seamless ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
I want a true history of my city FUCK THE DE LACY FAMILY AND DOUBLE FUCK JOHN OF GAUNT ESPECIALLY ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Strumming your polished guitar with long, nail-lightened fingers, where are you now, leaning forward a peasant-dressed arm - lark on ...
Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. ...
This morning, between two branches of a tree Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
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