The House Of Dust: Part 01: 03: One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand (Conrad Aiken Poem)
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God; ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look ...
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