A Pict Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And ...
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the ...
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. ...
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
upon the Unemployed Tom-garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out ...
Now Time's Andromeda on this rock rude, With not her either beauty's equal or Her injury's, looks off by both ...
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
I say, "She was as good as fair," When standing by her mound; "Such passing sweetness," I declare, "No longer ...
My neighbour, none can e'er deny, Is a most beauteous maid; Her shop is ever in mine eye, When working ...
Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She wooes the tardy Spring: ...
There is one story and one story only That will prove worth your telling, Whether as learned bard or gifted ...
Snow continues to fall young faces pressed against the windows climb the back of the couch dream of snowmen, castles, ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Two went to pray? O rather say One went to brag, th' other to pray: One stands up close and ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
WHERE'ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ's own, ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and me. ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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