Friendship (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, ...
I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, ...
I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be lost, and life will take ...
Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. You lifted the cup to your lips, you ...
O woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry To you, my aunt, who would explore The ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
Soul within sense, immeasurable, obscure, Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure Soul ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Because I was a wonton wild And welcomed many a lover, Who is the father of my child I wish ...
Let ancient stories round the painter's art, Who stole from many a maid his Venus' charms, Till warm devotion fired ...
Why is the world at peace. This may astonish you a little but when you realise how easily Mrs. Charles ...
Come, let us rejoice in James Joyce, in the greatness of this poet, king, and king of poets For he ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMISSION Cajoled the passers-by to stop; ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
The Dreamer visioned Life as it might be, And from his dream forthright a picture grew, A painting all the ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters Always out of office hours running with her social ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is ...
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth-- My sinful earth these rebel powers array-- Why dost thou pine within ...
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
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