The Parting (Anne Bronte Poem)
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Staying at an inn where prostitutes are also sleeping-- bush clover and the moon. (Matsuo Basho)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't ...
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for my wife ...
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