The Legend of Mirth (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, Being first of those to whom the Power was ...
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, Being first of those to whom the Power was ...
(Non-commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners) When by the labor of my 'ands I've 'elped to pack a transport tight ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
SLOW the limpid currents twining, Brawl along the lonely dell, 'Till in one wild stream combining, Nought its rapid course ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
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