Evening (Frederic Prokosch Poems)
Pears from the boughs hung golden,The street lay still and cool,Children with books and satchelsCame sauntering home from school;The dusk ...
Pears from the boughs hung golden,The street lay still and cool,Children with books and satchelsCame sauntering home from school;The dusk ...
To drift with the drifting clouds, And blow with the blow of breezes, To ripple with waves and ...
There is a wildness still in England that will not feed In cages; it shrinks away from the touch of ...
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the morning, we find a morning ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Here at right of the entrance this bronze head, Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. ...
She that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and ...
I have pointed out the yelling pack, The hare leap to the wood, And when I pass a compliment Rejoice ...
Much like me, you make your way forward, Walking with downturned eyes. Well, I too kept mine lowered. Passer-by, stop ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
She stands full-throated and with careless pose, This woman of a weird and waning race, The tragic savage lurking in ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
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