Far In a Western Brookland (A. E. Housman Poem)
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought ...
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Walk here among the walking scepters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
I PITIED one whose tattered dress Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; He smiled on me; I could ...
I WOKE to find my pillow wet With the tears for deeds deep hid in sleep. I knew no sorrow ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Let us put awhile away All the cares of work-a-day, For a golden time forget, Task and worry, toil and ...
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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