Snake (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
After the first astounding rush, after the weeks at the lake, the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks, ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Mary and Joseph strangers, journeying in his ancestral lands Finding shelter a humble stable alone and tired a feeding trough ...
The first will be last The first a peasant king homeless, without a place to lay his head Without a ...
As told to a child As I went out a Crow In a low voice said, "Oh, I was looking ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
Floss won't save you from an Abyss But a Rope will -- Notwithstanding a Rope for a Souvenir Is not ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations has been a trough, renewing in itself an ...
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
As I stood upon the sandy beach One morn near Pentland Ferry, I saw a beautiful brigantine, And all her ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thither Chasing midges or butterflies? Some of you are standing solemnly scratching ...
Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door, And I lingered on the threshold with my hand Upraised ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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