The Three Fishers (Charles Kingsley Poem)
1 Three fishers went sailing away to the west, 2 Away to the west as the sun went down; 3 ...
1 Three fishers went sailing away to the west, 2 Away to the west as the sun went down; 3 ...
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken ...
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow -- By the field where ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
Hark, how the birds do sing, And woods do ring! All creatures have their joy, and man hath his. Yet ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray, no longer the bubble house of childhood's tumbling Mother Goose ...
As has always been whether or not we like this as Christ told us directly not for us to know ...
For some reason glinting in the late afternoon sun the icicles on the gutters, the edge of the flashings in ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold for its blossoms, Trimmed jade for ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I AM like one that for long days had sate, With seaward eyes set keen against the gale, On some ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
I AM an ancient reluctant conscript. On the soup wagons of Xerxes I was a cleaner of pans. On the ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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