A Tale of Two Cities (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines-- I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! ...
There runs a road by Merrow Down-- A grassy track to-day it is-- An hour out Guildford town, Above the ...
The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
When I get to be a composer I'm gonna write me some music about Daybreak in Alabama And I'm gonna ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
A rain of color, the leaves of the maples, different kinds, red, sugar, swamp, all torquing, canting, twisting, inexorably, to ...
Her pirouette caught, held captive spinning around the invisible cord her arms akimbo, bent up to her chin her leg, ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; 'Tis then we sigh for houses, And our ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;-- Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood Of their own higher half, and willowy ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Long days, short nights, this Southern summer Fixes the mind within its timeless place. Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
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