All In The Golden Afternoon (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas. What did Judy say? "God-forsaken is beautiful, too." A very old ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit, just where, and when I had to, for deadlines. O ...
A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare ...
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
One wants a teller in a time like this One's not a man, one's not a woman grown To bear ...
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