A Friend Sends Her Perfumed Carriage (Li Ching Chao Poem)
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
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