A GENERAL SUMMARY (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We are very slightly changed From the semi-apes who ranged India's Prehistoric clay; He that drew the longest bow Ran ...
We are very slightly changed From the semi-apes who ranged India's Prehistoric clay; He that drew the longest bow Ran ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and ...
I heave my morning like a sack of signs that don't appear, say August, August, takes me back... That it ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
I have taken advantage of the publication of a Second Edition of my translation of the Poems of Goethe (originally ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
A sketch, a photograph an image caught in my memory brought forth from my mind just as real, to me ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, This be thy portion, child; ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
At Quattro Gatti, she is the poet-in-residence: In Barcelona, Piccasso started here, painting A humble sketch of a picket-white fence. ...
Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not ...
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