THE COUNTRY LIFE: (Robert Herrick Poem)
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's ...
Poised and perched regal raptors on display in the open air fallen fliers, bandaged and mended saved to teach us ...
There are two phrases, you must know, So potent (yet so small) That wheresoe'er a man may go He needs ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
Softened by Time's consummate plush, How sleek the woe appears That threatened childhood's citadel And undermined the years. Bisected now, ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Delia, the unkindest girl on earth, When I besought the fair, That favour of intrinsic worth A ringlet of her ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
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