1914 IV: The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning. Untended stalks blow over her Even and ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way, No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled on his swift passage. ...
I consider a song will be as humming-bird swift, down-light, missile-metal-hard, & strange as the world of anti-matter where they ...
It was wet & white & swift and where I am we don't know. It was dark and then it ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
1842 I As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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