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Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with vi… But the spirit grasped her arm. ‘No flowers for him,’ he said.
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets,
Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in… And instantly There was terrific clamour among t…
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the vall… And the peaks looked toward God a… ‘O Master that movest the wind wi… Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
The chatter of a death-demon from… Blood– blood and torn grass – Had marked the rise of his agony - This lone hunter. The grey-green woods impassive
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually.
A MAN builded a bugle for the st… The focused winds hurled him afar. He said that the instrument was a… II When the suicide arrived at the sk…
There was set before me a mighty h… And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-v… It seemed that my labour
The trees in the garden rained flo… Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there were some
A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from a green place… The man cried out in rage,
“And the sins of the fathers shall… visited upon the heads of the chil… even unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.” Well, then I hate thee, unrighteo…
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice— In little songs of carmine, violet… A chorus of colours came over the… The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer…
“Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales,— “There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I think there were braver dee…
A newspaper is a collection of hal… Which, bawled by boys from mile to… Spreads its curious opinion To a million merciful and sneering… While families cuddle the joys of…
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little bl…