Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight Is old and gray and *****; Twenty-nine she was…
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I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is kind, and ever yields Her goodly gifts to all her…
Fields beneath a quilt of snowFrom which the rocks and stubble sleep,And in the west a shy white starThat shivers as it wakes from deep. The restless rumble of the…
They had long met o’ Zundays—her true love and she— And at junketings, maypoles, and flings;But she bode wi’ a thirtover uncle, and heSwore by noon and by night…
A diamond or a coal? A diamond, if you please:Who cares about a clumsy coal Beneath the summer trees? A diamond or a coal? A coal, sir, if you please:One comes to care…
Escape me?Never— Beloved!While I am I, and you are you,So long as the world contains us both,Me the loving and you the loth,While the one eludes, must the other pursue.My…
Vine aquicomo escribo estas lineas,sin idea fija:una mezquita azul y verde,seis minaretes truncos,dos o tres tumbas,memorias de un poeta santo,los nombres de Timur y su linaje.Encontre al viento de los…
The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,Would shudder at a wicked word.Their candle gives a single light;They’d rather stay at home at night.They do not keep awake till three,Nor read ******…
The sinful painter drapes his goddess warm,Because she still is *****, being drest;The godlike sculptor will not so deformBeauty, which bones and flesh enough invest.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesdid gyre and gimble in the wabe.All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that…
Batter my heart, three-person’d ***, for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bendYour force to break, blow, burn,…
The hands of the clock were reaching highIn an old midtown hotel;I name no name, but its sordid fameIs table talk in ****.I name no name, but ****’s own flameIllumes…
Locksley Hall by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ‘t is early morn:Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.…
I shall forget you presently, my dear,So make the most of this, your little day,Your little month, your little half a year,Ere I forget, or die, or move away,And we…
Your scent is in the room. Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, Heavy with dew before the dawn of day! Your face was in…
It is not a word spoken, Few words are said;Nor even a look of the eyes Nor a bend of the head,But only a hush of the heart That has…
Hopping frog, hop here and be seen, I’ll not pelt you with stick or stone:Your cap is laced and your coat is green;;;Good bye, we’ll let each other alone. Plodding toad,…
We two kept house, the Past and I,The Past and I;I tended while it hovered nigh,Leaving me never alone.It was a spectral housekeepingWhere fell no jarring tone,As strange, as still…
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?—My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton eyes, or me? II.…
Quiso cantar, cantarpara olvidarsu vida verdadera de mentirasy recordarsu mentirosa vida de verdades.
Though loth to grieveThe evil time’s sole patriot,I cannot leaveMy buried thoughtFor the priest’s cant,Or statesman’s rant. If I refuseMy study for their politique,Which at the best is trick,The angry…
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;No separate leaf or single blade is here– All blend to one. No moonbeam cuts the…
The day was wet, the rain fell *****Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] asound was heard in the old henhouse,A beating of a hammer. Of stalwart form, and visage warm,Two…
