Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
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