Flight (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the ...
These are outsiders, always. These stars- these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or storm out the message for her only ear that she is beautiful. ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
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