Road and Hills (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On ...
I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond ...
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