Belisarius (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
Remember the days of our first happiness, how strong we were, how dazed by passion, lying all day, then all ...
Someone finding, fragments, words I have written calling them to these snippets of my life from so far away Wondering ...
Last year's maple leaf, or maybe older still no flesh remaining, just the dry bones maybe the veins and arteries, ...
a simple loaf, an earthen cup uncovered on the table, an offering a living candle, before the cross purple cloth, ...
It looked to be a leaf from last fall bright red maroon burgundy maple yes, it was a mix of ...
A flurry of motion descended on the ripe flower new, open, uncovered nectar fragrant bloom blazing yellow Plate of color, ...
A tungsten steel rock hammer a birthday present bit into the round rock uncovered a world hidden and magical hidden ...
Buzz In my ear Behind my glasses In my mouth. Landing on my arm, neck, face, clothes Oh, let me ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as white As may be ...
Long Years apart -- can make no Breach a second cannot fill -- The absence of the Witch does not ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
On one occasion King James the Fifth of Scotland, when alone, in disguise, Near by the Bridge of Cramond met ...
Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead! And, I hope, has gone to heaven, its streets to tread, And to ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this ...
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