The Dove of Dacca (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1892 The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower-- Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings-- And the thorns have ...
1892 The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower-- Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings-- And the thorns have ...
SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Her weary hands their labor cease; Good night, poor ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
When to the garden of untroubled thought I came of late, and saw the open door, And wished again to ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The conclusion is growing . . . I feel sure, my lord, this august court will entertain the plea Not ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
To hell with Government I say; I'm sick of all the piddling pack. I'd like to scram, get clean away, ...
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
BY many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led: But as I went through ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
When yellow leaves the sky they pipe it to the houses to go on making red and warm and floral ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...
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