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Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
The window-sills were wet from rain in the night,
Birds scattered and settled over
He lets me listen, when he moves me,
Words are not like other
He takes me, from under my
He plants me, in a distant
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate
Or do you cutted Spartans imitate
Or do you mean my tender ears to spare, That to my questions you so total are
When I demand of Phœnix Stella's s...
Out of us all That make rhymes Will you choose Sometimes - As the winds use A crack in a wall Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain To whistle through - Choose me,
You English words
I know you:
If I could write
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make
If I could speak words of water,
The silent words of world decaying And people long forgotten, Have heard the lonely Angel’s pray. I heard the words we couldn’t say And those ones we cannot utter still. Those humans’ prayers never said In silence to our God; and graces For the fo...
All day I think about it, then at night I say it
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing
I have no idea
My soul is from elsewhere,
Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame My young mind marr'd, whom Love doth windlass so,
That mine own writings like bad servants show My wits, quick in vain thoughts, in virtue lame;
That Plato I read for nought, but if...
Adam Scrivener, if ever it thee
Boece or Troilus for to write anew,
Under thy long locks thou may'st have the
But after my making thou write more true
'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words
Life is in them, and death
A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart
Kind faces smiling,
Nodding politely at words
They don’t seem to understand,
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