Delivered out of raw continual pain,smell of darkness, groans of those othersto whom he was chained—unchained, and ledpast the sleepers,door after door silently opening—out
And along a long street'smajestic emptiness under the moon:one hand o...
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too
Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this room, desiring you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is...
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away — the detached first claw on his foreleg which corresponds to the thumb, retracted to its tip; the small tuft of fronds or katydid legs above ...
A Word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls;
And gives repose and
To tempest-tossed souls
In an English Castle in Poictou
Sir Peter Harpdon, a Gascon knight in the English service, and John Curzon, his lieutenant
John
Of those three prisoners, that before you came We took down at St