Leipzig (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
God's unconditional love all of us part of the body all gifted by God rooted in God's unconditional love by ...
Alive, moving in my hands the arms stretching, turning; already warmed, by the sun above a starfish, pulled from the ...
Each of them, arms raised around the center, the connected circle individual petals of the coneflower clothed in pastel, muted ...
Walking, journeying, living out my days in the shadow of the cross letting go of my troubles, of my cares ...
Our mission, our trip, our sharing all part of the growing edges of the missionaries, gaining strength, new skills, stretching ...
Waking, stretching casting off sleep, cocoon of its slumber awakening to the dawn of spring, new life in the fresh ...
Standing in the cold with those who knew you more those I know who wear the badge who fight the ...
A living Ansel Adams tableau white birches stretching heavenward over a winter scene of white on white A monochromatic world ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
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