The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
BY Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro' the grove, The ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie ...
There were three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, An' they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
Earth raised up her head. From the darkness dread & drear, Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover'd ...
When the voices of children. are heard on the green And whisprings are in the dale: The days of my ...
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look ...
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