In Vision I Roamed (Thomas Hardy Poem)
IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan, As though with an ...
IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan, As though with an ...
As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
So many of the stories, the deep lessons of scripture so much a part of the human condition an image ...
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
ILS ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute; Mais une nuit d'été, les voici à Ravenne, A l'aise ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
It did not surprise me -- So I said -- or thought -- She will stir her pinions And the ...
There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight, Likewise the rivers and lakes are sparkling and bright; And ...
Greenland's icy mountains are fascinating and grand, And wondrously created by the Almighty's command; And the works of the Almighty ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
The lion remembers the forest, The lion in chains; To the bird that is captive a vision Of woodland remains. ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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