La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon / (Katherine Philips Poems)
1O! Solitude, my sweetest choicePlaces devoted to the night,Remote from tumult, and from noise,How you my restless thoughts delight!O Heavens! ...
1O! Solitude, my sweetest choicePlaces devoted to the night,Remote from tumult, and from noise,How you my restless thoughts delight!O Heavens! ...
Miss Thompson at HomeIn her lone cottage on the downs,With winds and blizzards and great crownsOf shining cloud, with wheeling ...
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
IWith their country tied to their sails and their oars hung on the windThe shipwrecked slept tamely like dead beasts on ...
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
The palace with revolving doors was mineAnd three of us went up its stepsTo the tall room whose walls were ...
He lived at Dingle Bank - he did; -He lived at Dingle Bank;And in his garden was one Quail,Four tulips ...
By Algernon Charles Sin-Burn Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed, Whence camest to dazzle our eyes? With ...
Below the thunders of the upper deep,Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleepThe Kraken sleepeth: faintest ...
632The Brain - is wider than the Sky -For - put them side by side -The one the other will ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- For -- put them side by side -- The one the ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
By all love's soft, yet mighty powers, It is a thing unfit, That men should fuck in time of flowers, ...
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
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