La Nuit Blanche (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton, and stout upholders of our law and order one day thought its depth worth ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
WITHIN the chamber, far away From the glad feast, sits Love in dread Lest guests disturb, in wanton play, The ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers." Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience, ...
Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke, Dark yew, ...
He killed his wife at night. He had tried once or twice in the daylight But she refused to die. ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
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