The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
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