Aforetime (Thomas Sturge Moore Poems)
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
ACT IISCENE - A PLAIN, with royal pavilions on the skirt of the forest.Madhavya. (Emperor's court jester)STRANGE recreation ...
"They ain't much 'tale' about it!" Noey said.--"K'tawby grapes wuz gittin' good-n-redI rickollect; and Tubb Kingry and me'Ud kindo' browse ...
Preludes.I The Comparison Where she succeeds with cloudless brow, ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops oh we were marched as we were never marched before and flanked ...
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your ...
1 I move my hand over slopes, falls, lumps of sight, Lashes barely able to be touched, Lips that give ...
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
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