Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
The World -- feels Dusty When We stop to Die -- We want the Dew -- then -- Honors -- ...
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirred Excellent is Bloom But except its ...
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their -- low Brows -- ...
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- The Veins that used to run Stop palsied -- 'tis ...
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the ...
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
A Bird came down the Walk -- He did not know I saw -- He bit an Angleworm in halves ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
When night stirred at sea, An the fire brought a crowd in They say that her beauty Was music in ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
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