Yold thou young one Yold to the way we live Yold thou young one Yold to thy precious way of life Is that way thou live a waste
Expanding. Space is expanding. Spacetime fabric
GIRT in my guiltless gown, as I… I see that things are not in deed,… And who so list to look and note t… Shall find where plainness seems t… For with indifferent eyes, myself…
I sing myself to sleep, this lullaby of shame There’s nothing left to say, there’s no one I can blame I can’t believe I lost control,
There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out
A tale we’ll tell of what hath bee… When maids and youths kept Hallow… It is a tale of old world lore What happened in the days of yore, When fairies danced upon the green
Would we but love what will not pa… The sun that on each morning shine… As when it rose first on the world… The fresh green leaves that rustle… The sun will shine, the leaves wil…
Gods, what a black, fierce day! T… Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes… Over the rough crest of the hairy… In angry scorn; the grey road twis… Like a sick serpent, seeming to en…
Every friendship she begins, her society is more developed. Every class she takes, her education
Leaving you was the hardest decisi… I was nervous, Happy, Scared, Relieved,
NUMB, half asleep, and dazed wit… And gasp of steam, and measured cl… I heard a blithe voice break a sud… Ringing familiarly through the lam… “Wife, here’s your Venice!”
The soil is my bed.... The stone is my pillow... Do not come near my tent for you a… a destruction of great note.. You call me the needy yet you need…
Life has been so empty without her she is the key to my heart ...
When the moon was horned the mothe… And the child pulled at her hand a… And he rubbed her cheek and loudly… ‘O mother, arise, give bread to me… But the pine tree bent its head,
A FOREST IN BOSNIA Spirit of Trajan! What a world is… What remnant of old Europe in thi… Of life primaeval rude as in the y… When thy first legions by the Dan…
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
Money motives of kings to take the final ring serve the final fiend red beam through your eyes and it…
The poet unafraid is hardly a poet… but dull in understanding of the power and impotence in his… .? ’?
You have the touch of a thousand a… The voice of a violin, soft and my… In your eyes you can see a million… Your heart, that soft place I wou… So touch me and sing for me, make…
The weather had been sultry for a… And the shearers had been driving… For some had got the century who’d… And now all hands were wishing for… For the boss is getting rusty and…
Moist, bright, and green, the land… Full swell the woods; their every… Mix’d in wild concert, with the wa… Increased, the distant bleatings o… And hollow lows responsive from th…
Once Youth and Innocence, side by… With flaming swords at a garden ga… Stood forth in silence, to watch a… Lest lust and evil their might def… Love’s rarest fruits in that garde…
Pat M’Durmer brought the tidings… 'There are lively days before ye—c… And the boys were all excited, for… And, in subsequent elections, God… There was little there to live for…
Round and round and round they go. I’m dizy only watching. Round and round and round they go.
Those whom nor power, nor lying fa… Nor custom, queen of many slaves,… Have ever grieved that man should… Of his own weakness, and with earn… Fed hopes of its redemption; these…
In order to minimize intra-tribal… while aggressively pursuing class… progressive educated elites turn t… like common schoolyard bullies And the fact that you can only
I asked God what was to come, and I was left unanswered. I asked for an answer to my questi… yet silent was my room. I asked God what have I done,
By Stanley Collymore There are many things in this eart… can and should aspire to but the g… enduring and personally rewarding… are honesty, especially with one’s…
Before anything as I walked into the room I had to see her
Joy to the followers of the Lord! Thus saith the sure the eternal wo… Not of earth the joy it brings, Tempered in celestial springs: ’Tis the joy of pardoned sin,