Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
the vultures at the zoo (all three of the) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below on the ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half handicapping tomorrow's card. when am I going to get at the poems? well, they'll just ...
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they'll find ...
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor scrubbed the walls vacuumed cleaned the ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
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