Poem On A March Day by Sara Teasdale.
Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind That shakes the naked shadows on the ground, Making a key-board of the earth to strike From clattering tree and hedge a separate ...
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On The Sea Poem John Keats
Poem On The Sea by John Keats.
It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,That scarcely will the very ...
It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,That scarcely will the very ...
On The Horizon The Peaks Assembled Poem Stephen Crane
Poem On The Horizon The Peaks Assembled by Stephen Crane.
On the horizon the peaks assembled;And as I looked,The march of the mountains began.As they marched, they sang,"Aye! We come! We come!"
On the horizon the peaks assembled;And as I looked,The march of the mountains began.As they marched, they sang,"Aye! We come! We come!"
On His Blindness Poem John Milton
Poem On His Blindness by John Milton.
When I consider how my light is spentEre half my days in this dark world and wide,And that one talent which is death to hideLodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith ...
When I consider how my light is spentEre half my days in this dark world and wide,And that one talent which is death to hideLodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith ...
One Of Their Gods Poem Constantine P Cavafy
Poem One Of Their Gods by Constantine P Cavafy.
When one of them passed through the market placeof Seleucia, toward the hour that night fallsas a tall and perfectly handsome youth,with the joy of immortality in his eyes,with his scented black hair,the passers-by would ...
When one of them passed through the market placeof Seleucia, toward the hour that night fallsas a tall and perfectly handsome youth,with the joy of immortality in his eyes,with his scented black hair,the passers-by would ...
On Angels Poem Czeslaw Milosz
Poem On Angels by Czeslaw Milosz.
All was taken away from you: white dresses,wings, even existence.Yet I believe you,messengers. There, where the world is turned inside out,a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seems. Shorts is ...
All was taken away from you: white dresses,wings, even existence.Yet I believe you,messengers. There, where the world is turned inside out,a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seems. Shorts is ...
Our Free Will Poem Raymond A Foss
Poem Our Free Will by Raymond A Foss.
By our free willwe can chart a course,follow our guidestarour mission, our priorityunlike the beasts, the plants,the rocks of the earth orthe stars in the heavensWe alone, more than any othertack to our own windand ...
By our free willwe can chart a course,follow our guidestarour mission, our priorityunlike the beasts, the plants,the rocks of the earth orthe stars in the heavensWe alone, more than any othertack to our own windand ...
One Thing Of It We Borrow Poem Emily Dickinson
Poem One Thing Of It We Borrow by Emily Dickinson.
One thing of it we borrowAnd promise to return --The Booty and the SorrowIts Sweetness to have known --One thing of it we covet --The power to forget --The Anguish of the AvariceDefrays the Dross ...
One thing of it we borrowAnd promise to return --The Booty and the SorrowIts Sweetness to have known --One thing of it we covet --The power to forget --The Anguish of the AvariceDefrays the Dross ...
On That Specific Pillow Poem Emily Dickinson
Poem On That Specific Pillow by Emily Dickinson.
On that specific PillowOur projects flit away --The Night's tremendous MorrowAnd whether sleep will stayOr usher us -- a stranger --To situations newThe effort to comprise itIs all the soul can do.
On that specific PillowOur projects flit away --The Night's tremendous MorrowAnd whether sleep will stayOr usher us -- a stranger --To situations newThe effort to comprise itIs all the soul can do.
