Beauty. Part II (Henry James Pye Poems)
Of all that Nature's rural prospects yield, The chrystal fountain and the flow'ry field, Enough, my Muse!-the force of Beauty trace Now in ...
Of all that Nature's rural prospects yield, The chrystal fountain and the flow'ry field, Enough, my Muse!-the force of Beauty trace Now in ...
3What can I do, blind and outcastIn a world where all are fathered and sighted,Where passions go over anathemasAs if ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
I got no time fer wasters, lad, sez 'e, "Give me a man wiv grit," sez Uncle Jim.'E bores 'is ...
Jeanne-Marie has strong hands; dark hands tanned by the summer, pale hands like dead hands. Are they the hands of ...
Head turned down to the sand sunburn to be, on the back of my neck looking for the little treasures ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
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