Dream Song 70: Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell (John Berryman Poem)
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
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 ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
WITH Esop's lion, Burns says: Sore I feel Each other's scorn, but damn that ass' heel! (Robert Burns)
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
THE SUN he is sunk in the west, All creatures retir?d to rest, While here I sit, all sore beset, ...
O LORD, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in stead, And send us, from thy bounteous store, A ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
There were three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, An' they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
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