Ramon (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(REFUGIO MINE, NORTHERN MEXICO) Drunk and senseless in his place, Prone and sprawling on his face,More like brute ...
(REFUGIO MINE, NORTHERN MEXICO) Drunk and senseless in his place, Prone and sprawling on his face,More like brute ...
The light fell from the window and the day was doneAnother day of thinking and distractionsLove wrapped in its wings ...
THE shepherd climbed the hill through dark and light, And on and on he went, Higher and higher ...
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,And looking back we smile to see life's bright red ...
(ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING)Oh, come, my beloved, from thy winter abode,From thy home on the Yuba, thy ranch overflowed;For ...
And we shall be changed."And we shall be changed. Ye dainty mosses, lichens grey, Pressed each to ...
The cattle-lands of Corryong, The maiden of the snows(Where silver streams the winter longSing pleasantly their tinkling song) Not many ...
"""When Queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench."" Love's Labour's Lost SWIFT across the palace floor Flashed her ...
who sharpens every dullhere comes the only manreminding with his bellto disappear a sun and out of houses pourmaids ...
O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! ...
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the ...
------ What we sing in company Soon from heart to heart will fly. ----- THE Gesellige Lieder, which I have ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
GO, little book - the ancient phrase And still the daintiest - go your ways, My Otto, over sea and ...
When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found And hid ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories