The Moon And Sea (George Darley Poems)
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass And ponders over her image in the sea, Her cloudy locks smoothing ...
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass And ponders over her image in the sea, Her cloudy locks smoothing ...
There are the Alps. What is there to say about them?They don't make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb,jumbled boulder ...
The harbour is an ironing board:flat iron tugs dash smoothing towardany shirt of a ship any pillowslipof a freighter they ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
watching the snow, slowly starting accumulating snow, first on the lawn, building, gathering on the needles broad, small, firs, pines ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
A man is bending his wife. He is bending her around something that she has bent herself around. She is ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because ...
When the Cherry rustles above her head she hardly realizes why she leaves her clothes on the rocks, passes a ...
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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