Cleared (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in ...
WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming ...
I dreamt the Roses one time went To meet and sit in Parliament; The place for these, and for the ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle If I prove it steep -- If a Discouragement withhold me -- ...
We read of kings and gods that kindly took A pitcher fill'd with water from the brook ; But I ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, 'Mang moors an' mosses many, O, The wintry sun the day has clos'd, And ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
THINE be the volumes, Jessy fair, And with them take the Poet's prayer, That Fate may, in her fairest page, ...
A string of shiny days we had, A spotless sky, a yellow sun; And neither you nor I was sad ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Out of town the sky was bright and blue, Never fog-cloud, lowering, thick, was seen to frown; Nature dons a ...
On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother - with thy joys his own to blend: In ...
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