XXI Say over again, and yet once over again,That thou dost love me. Though the word repeatedShould seem ‘a cuckoo-song,’ as thou dost treat it,Remember, never to the hill or…
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“OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped and chawed the buttered toast They gave us for our…
A girl whose cheeks are covered with paintHas an advantage with me over one whose ain’t.
I have a friend who still believes in heaven.Not a ****** person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to ***.She thinks someone listens in heaven.On earth she’s unusually…
Is the moon tired? she looks so paleWithin her misty veil:She scales the sky from east to west,And takes no rest. Before the coming of the nightThe moon shows papery…
When I was a windy boy and a bitAnd the black spit of the chapel fold,(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,The rude…
Like barley bending In low fields by the sea,Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again,So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day…
So all day long the noise of battle roll’dAmong the mountains by the winter sea;Until King Arthur’s table, man by man,Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,King Arthur: then, because…
Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane, Before a mud-splashed window long I pause To gaze and gaze, while through my active brain Still thoughts are stirred to wakefulness; because…
The grey sea and the long black land;And the yellow half-moon large and low;And the startled little waves that leapIn fiery ringlets from their sleep,As I gain the cove with…
I look into my glass,And view my wasting skin,And say, “Would *** it came to passMy heart had shrunk as thin!” For then, I, undistrestBy hearts grown cold to me,Could…
Thy trivial harp will never pleaseOr fill my craving ear;Its chords should ring as blows the breeze,Free, peremptory, clear.No jingling serenader’s art,Nor ****** of piano strings,Can make the wild blood…
El hormiguero hace erupcion. La herida abierta bortotea, espumea, se expande, se contrae. El sol a estas horas no deja nunca de bombear sangre, con las sienes hinchadas, la cara…
The bird that feeds from off my palmIs sleek, affectionate, and calm,But double, to me, is worth the thrushA-flickering in the elder-bush.
The Milk-and-Water School Alas! she would not hear my prayer!Yet it were rash to tear my hair;Disfigured, I should be less fair. She was unwise, I may say blind;Once she…
Celery, rawDevelops the jaw,But celery, stewed,Is more quietly chewed.
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay of this whole world isrepresented THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY When…
Oh, here the air is sweet and still, And soft’s the grass to lie on;And far away’s the little hill They took for Christ to die on. And there’s a hill across…
Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking, Impatient people jammed in line for food, The rasping noise of cars together knocking, And worried waiters, some in **** mood, Crowding into…
An emerald is as green as grass; A ruby red as blood;A sapphire shines as blue as heaven; A flint lies in the mud. A diamond is a brilliant stone, To catch the…
I am not sorry for my soulThat it must go unsatisfied,For it can live a thousand times,Eternity is deep and wide. I am not sorry for my soul,But oh, my…
Dosn’t thou ‘ear my ‘erse’s legs, as they canters awaay?Proputty, proputty, proputty–that’s what I ‘ears ’em saay.Proputty, proputty, proputty–Sam, thou’s an *** for thy paains:Theer’s moor sense i’ one o’…
IThy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, peremptory, clear. No jingling serenader’s art, Nor ****** of piano…
