The Land (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
Thoughts and memories Baggage carried for way too long How to shed pain and confusion When so much time has ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;-- Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood Of their own higher half, and willowy ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
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