Paradise Lost: Book 08 (John Milton Poems)
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
Although the aepyornis or roc that lived in Madagascar, and the moa are extinct, the camel-sparrow, linked with them in ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never ...
There comes a time when the story turns into twenty different stories and soon after that he academy of shadows ...
At Quattro Gatti, she is the poet-in-residence: In Barcelona, Piccasso started here, painting A humble sketch of a picket-white fence. ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
Athens, Greece, August 25, 2004 Gold-Medal Gal of Israel By Sharon Esther Lampert (The Sexist Creative Genius in Human History) ...
I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see ...
Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane, Before a mud-splashed window long I pause To gaze and gaze, while through ...
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the ...
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found, Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep, Thou, giant Harlequin of ...
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, And ...
The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the ...
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
The Youth speaks: -: "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot ...
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