An Old Cracked Tune (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
My name is Solomon Levi, the desert is my home, my mother's breast was thorny, and father I had none. ...
My name is Solomon Levi, the desert is my home, my mother's breast was thorny, and father I had none. ...
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him ...
King Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out ...
"ONCE in so often," King Solomon said, Watching his quarrymen drill the stone, "We will curb our garlic and wine ...
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the ...
The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry ...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty And Love is worth a full century of glory Given by the ...
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's Wine, and the heart's nourishment. I am a rose. My heart opens ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
We must remember the failing of Solomon ignoring the call of God in the way to stay close to Him ...
Solomon in the Temple the people gathered coming before the Lord in a national day of prayer Climbing the platform ...
The wisdom of Solomon, a pale reflection, blurry image The Son spoke of the Father's love a parable of the ...
more precious, more beautiful than gold, any fabric made by human hands the lilies of the field, the flowers of ...
"She took away my invisible band while we were in the middle of a song!" Such was the exclamation, the ...
They were reaping the breach, the wrong they did their God The breach the worship, the communion with other Gods, ...
Reaping the Whirlwind, the story of man from the fall of Adam, the revolt in Cain and Abel, the bickering ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
You saw sagacious Solomon You know what came of him, To him complexities seemed plain. He cursed the hour that ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
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