Harp Song of the Dane Women (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
Make no mistake; there will be no forgiveness; No voice can harm you and no hand will save; Fenced by ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
This level reach of blue is not my sea; Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun, Whose quiet ripples ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
All they said was true: I wrecked my father's bank with my loans To dabble in wheat; but this was ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
With beating heart and lagging feet, Lord, I approach the Judgment-seat. All bring hither the fruits of toil, Measures of ...
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