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There has fallen on earth for a to… A god too great for the sky. He has burst out of all things and… The bounds of eternity: Into time and the terminal land
The thatch on the roof was as gold… Though dusty the straw was and old… The wind had a peal as of trumpets… Though blowing and barren and cold… The mother’s hair was a glory
There’s a sound of the flutes and… In the island of Nevercometrue; In a fire-lit isle in the seas of… Black with depth of blue; And the man that might have been…
“Ill fares the land, to hastening… Where Wealth accumulates and Men… So rang of old the noble voice in… O’er the Last Peasants wandering… Doom has reversed the riddle and t…
When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think that I shall not be too o… To stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery doo…
The wind blew out from Bergen fro… There was a wreck of trees and fal… And drifted like a livid leaf I g… Spewed out of house and stable, be… The heavens are bowed about my hea…
This ballad needs no historical notes, for the simple reason that it does not profess to be historical. All of it that is not frankly fictitious, as in any prose romance about the past,...
I have not read a rotten page Of “Sex-Hate” or “The Social Te… And here comes “Husks” and “Herit… O Moses, give us all a rest! “Ethics of Empire”!... I protest
ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his trib… By cautious birth-control and die… Mellow with learning lightly took… That marked him not with them that… And told the angel of the book and…
Low and brown barns thatched and r… Where I had seven sons until to-d… A little hill of hay your spur has… This is not Paris. You have lost… You, staring at your sword to find…
I cannot count the pebbles in the… Well hath He spoken: “Swear not b… Thou knowest not the hairs,” thoug… Writes that wild number in His ow… I cannot count the sands or search…
Little Blue-Fits has lost his wit… And doesn’t know where to find the… Leave them alone and they’ll come… And leave their tales behind them. The remarkable tales, with remarka…
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shop… And go to inns to dine; Where the bacon’s on the rafter
Then Bernard smiled at me, that I… But I had gazed already; caught t… Faced the unfathomable ray of rays Which to itself and by itself is t… Then was my vision mightier than m…
If sunset clouds could grow on tre… It would but match the may in flow… And skies be underneath the seas No topsyturvier than a shower. If mountains rose on wings to wand…