VIII What can I give thee back, O liberalAnd princely giver, who hast brought the goldAnd purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,And laid them on the outside of the-wallFor such…
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I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;“Good speed!” cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;“Speed!” echoed the wall to us galloping…
When I am dead and over me bright AprilShakes out her rain-drenched hair,Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are…
I hear the halting footsteps of a lassIn ***** Harlem when the night lets fallIts veil. I see the shapes of girls who passTo bend and barter at desire’s call.Ah,…
It is a land with neither night nor day,Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plainStretches thro’ long unbroken miles away:While thro’…
They hail me as one living,But don’t they knowThat I have died of late years,Untombed although? I am but a shape that stands here,A pulseless mould,A pale past picture, screeningAshes…
Woman wants monogamy;Man delights in novelty.Love is woman’s moon and sun;Man has other forms of fun.Woman lives but in her lord;Count to ten, and man is bored.With this the gist…
Inmovil en la luz, pero danzante,tu movimiento a la quietud que criaen la cima del vertigo se aliadeteniendo, no al vuelo, si al instante. Luz que no se derrama, ya…
Your picture smiles as first it smiled,The ring you gave is still the same,Your letter tells, O changing child,No tidings since it came. Give me an amuletThat keeps intelligence with…
From his shoulder HiawathaTook the camera of rosewood,Made of sliding, folding rosewood;Neatly put it all together.In its case it lay compactly,Folded into nearly nothing; But he opened out the hinges,Pushed…
Since she whom I lov’d hath paid her last debtTo nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,And her soul early into heaven ravished,Wholly in heavenly things my mind…
On that last night before we went From out the doors where I was bred, I dream’d a vision of the dead,Which left my after-morn content. Methought I dwelt within a hall,;;And…
Heap not on this mound Roses that she loved so well;Why bewilder her with roses, That she cannot see or smell?She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.
Now the dead past seems vividly alive,And in this shining moment I can trace,Down through the vista of the vanished years,Your faun-like form, your fond elusive face. And suddenly some…
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;I would empty my…
The moth’s kiss, first!Kiss me as if you made believeYou were not sure, this eve,How my face, your flower, had pursedIts petals up; so, here and thereYou brush it, till…
What is pink? a rose is pinkBy a fountain’s brink.What is red? a poppy’s redIn its barley bed.What is blue? the sky is blueWhere the clouds float thro’.What is white?…
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs,And sweep against the roof. Wild honeysucksClimb on the walls, and seem to sprout…
Soy hombre: duro pocoy es enorme la noche.Pero miro hacia arriba:las estrellas escriben.Sin entender comprendo:tambien soy escrituray en este mismo instantealguien me deletrea.
The day that I was christened– It’s a hundred years, and more!–A hag came and listened At the white church door,A-hearing her that bore me And all my kith and kinConsiderately, for me, Renouncing…
What boots it, thy virtue,What profit thy parts,While one thing thou lackest,The art of all arts!The only credentials,Passport to success,Opens castle and parlor,—Address, man, Address. The maiden in dangerWas saved…
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In its case it lay compactly, Folded into nearly nothing; But…
Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear.What! is it she which on the other shoreGoes richly painted? or which, robb’d and tore,Laments and mourns in Germany and…
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, So far, so near in woe and weal; O loved the most, when most I feelThere is a lower and a higher; Known and unknown;…
