The Swimmer (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and ...
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented -- so -- If just as soon as Breath ...
How good his Lava Bed, To this laborious Boy -- Who must be up to call the World And dress ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in ...
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden ...
"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said, "Did you hear what I told you just now? "Excuse me ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
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