In the Matter of One Compass (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When, foot to wheel and back to wind, The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light, The ...
When, foot to wheel and back to wind, The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light, The ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. 'Tis true the drought is destitute, But ...
The Voice that stands for Floods to me Is sterile borne to some -- The Face that makes the Morning ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past ...
So there you sit. And how much blood was shed That you might sit there. Do such stories bore you? ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
My brother Tim has children ten, While I have none. Maybe that's why he's toiling when To ease I've won. ...
And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up ...
Seven o'clock. The seventh day of the seventh month of the year. No sooner have I got myself up in ...
Somewhere at some time They committed themselves to me And so, I was! Small, but I WAS! Tiny, in shape ...
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