Desertion (Rupert Brooke Poem)
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in ...
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking smoking typing it was a most splendid miraculous time still ...
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for my wife ...
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