The Beauty of Death XIV (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
I dream of the silence the day before Adam came to name the animals, The gold skins newly dropped from ...
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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