Satires of Circumstance in Fifteen Glimpses VIII: In the St (Thomas Hardy Poem)
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there, A type of ...
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there, A type of ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
not floating on the waves driven by the winds a captive of circumstance at nature's whim We can choose what ...
When we fear, when we question, when we are nervous our lives out of control, unregulated, at the whim of ...
To put your child in harm's way to subject them to the whim of bureaucracy to let them care for ...
Wet dull brown oak leaves red maple, yellow birch, fell in showers, amidst the big secondary rain drops under the ...
A poem a day, for the past year flowing from the keys I press, the pen, the paper, the gift ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
Death came to me in a mini skirt As skittish as a kitten , And said : " I am ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must I'm sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family -- Is She ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
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