The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew;
They sang, "The land we leave behind Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew
" "O wild-birds, flying from the South, What saw and heard ye, gazing do...
As I mused by the hearthside,
Puss said to me;"there burns the fire , man,and here sit we
Four walls around usagainst the cold air;and the latch drawn closeto the draughty stair
A roof o'er our headsstar-proof, moon immune,and ...
Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use
2B or not 2B
Men, said the Devil,are good to their brothers:they don’t want to mendtheir own ways, but each others
The Master said, "It is by the Odes that the mind is aroused
"It is by the Rules of Propriety that the character is established
"It is from Music that the finish is received
" The Master said, "The people ma...
My stuff is so vile,
I am less than dustwhile your gleam rends the mirror's heart
My darkness lights the chafing-dishbefore I am incinerated
A miner's boottramples my head, covering me with ashes
I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross
There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or resting
I said it to you for the cloudsI said it to you for the tree of the
For each wave for the birds in the
For the pebbles of
For familiar
'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground,
Because the wretched man himself had slain,
His love was such a grievous pain
WE never said farewell, nor even looked Our last upon each other, for no sign Was made when we the linkèd chain unhooked And broke the level line
And here we dwell together, side by side,
Our places fixed for life upon the chart
Two...
Your dust will be upon the wind Within some certain years, Though you be sealed in lead to-day Amid the country's tears
When this idyllic churchyard Becomes the heart of town, The place to build garage or inn, They'll throw your tombstone dow...