The Rhyme of the Three Sealers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
He's on the stereo Smoky, sultry, Words dripping After waking, Start of day You in my arms Smell of you ...
Was it the warm winds down from the Pyrenees Or maybe Poseidon's breath off the Mediterranean That stirred the Spanish ...
I often pause to wonder of the two sides of the man from the Balkans who graced my life with ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
From Bermondsey to Wandsworth So many churches are, Some with apsidal chancels, Some Perpendicular And schools by E.R. Robson In ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
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