The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I'd plead and weep And throw myself ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
IS there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochils rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering ...
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire, When fated ...
THOU of an independent mind, With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd; Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave, Who wilt not ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
Chorus-Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. CAN I ...
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
The seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of ...
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