Jessie (Eugene Field Poem)
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
But outer Space, At least this far, For all the fuss Of the populace Stays more popular Than populous (Robert ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Sleep! Cast thy canopy Over this sleeper's brain, Dim grow his memory, When he wake again. Love stays a summer ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
Nothing stays not even change, That can grow tired of it's own name; The very thought too much for it. ...
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by! Love stays. (Henry Van Dyke)
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
The Truth -- is stirless -- Other force -- may be presumed to move -- This -- then -- is ...
The Day she goes Or Day she stays Are equally supreme -- Existence has a stated width Departed, or at ...
Summer is shorter than any one -- Life is shorter than Summer -- Seventy Years is spent as quick As ...
By a departing light We see acuter, quite, Than by a wick that stays. There's something in the flight That ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" I pine and peak And questless seek Groping and moping to linger and ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot ...
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden ...
If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear! But ...
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
We are the time. We are the famous metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure. We are the water, not the hard ...
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