How Florence Rings Her Bells
With shimmer of steel and blare of brass,
And Switzers marching with martial stride,
And cavaliers trampling brown the grass,
Came bow—legged Charles through the Apennine pass,
With shimmer of steel and blare of brass,
And Switzers marching with martial stride,
And cavaliers trampling brown the grass,
Came bow—legged Charles through the Apennine pass,
From the play "Mother Courage"You saw sagacious
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain
He cursed the hour that gave birth to
What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money
How much can I make by cutting my hair
If I put new heels on my shoes, bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement dried in employment bureaus...
Robin and his merry men Lived just like the birds;
They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, And whistles and songs as words
Up they were with the earliest sign Of the sun's up-looking eye;
But not an archer breakfasted Till he tw...
Phone for the fish knives,
As cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the
And I must have things daintily served
With how sad steps,
O Moon, thou climb'st the skies
How silently, and with how wan a face
What, may it be that even in heav'nly
O
How can
VE exulting Reason queil
How fades each nobler passion from his gaze
How are Thy servants blest,
O Lord
How sure is their defense
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago I have wan frien' he 's leev near me, call Jean Bateese Trudeau An offen w'en we are alone, we lak for spik about De tam w'en we was come beeg man, wit' moustache on our mout'
Bateese is...
Dark clouds are smouldering into red While down the craters morning burns
The dying soldier shifts his head To watch the glory that returns; He lifts his fingers toward the skies Where holy brightness breaks in flame; Radiance reflected in hi...
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly
— yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
Let us cease our idle chatter,
Let the tears bedew our cheek,
For a man from
Has been missing for a week