Susana Soca (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
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