The Battle Of Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
I could die -- to know -- 'Tis a trifling knowledge -- News-Boys salute the Door -- Carts -- joggle ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to ...
Pruning the rosebush the ache of the summer heat on my shoulders, the feel of the living stalk between fingers, ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Behold, my child, this touching scene, The golfer on the golfing-green; Pray mark his legs' uncanny swing, The golf-walk is ...
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
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