By Bede
Fore there neidfaerae naenig uuiurthit
thoncsnotturra than him tharf sie
to ymbhycggannae aer his hiniongae…
thoncsnotturra than him tharf sie
to ymbhycggannae aer his hiniongae…
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- By William WordsworthSweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Twice seven consenting years have… - By Yvor WintersThis is the terminal: the light
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
The metal glitters, deep and bright… - By Lord Byron (George Gordon)So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon… - By Rudyard KiplingIf you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust… - By Simon J. OrtizYou could drive blind
for those two seconds
and they would be forever.
I think that as a diesel truck… - By Thomas HardyDora’s gone to Ireland
Through the sleet and snow;
Promptly she has gone there
In a ship, although… - By Gary SnyderAt the last turn in the path
“goodbye—”
—bending, bowing,
(moss and a bit of
wild
bird-)
down.Daitoku… - By BashōIn Kyoto,
hearing the cuckoo,
I long for Kyoto. - By Michael DraytonSince there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am … - By Elizabeth Barrett BrowningGo from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold… - By William ShakespeareHow like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings … - By Denise LevertovGenial poets, pink-faced
earnest wits—
you have given the world
some choice morsels,
gobbets of language… - By Gwendolyn Brooks—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
And most especially… - By Harriet MonroeGood-bye!—no, do not grieve that it is over,
The perfect hour;
That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving… - By Michael Symmons RobertsGeneticist as driver, down the gene
codes in, let's say, a topless coupe
and you keep expecting bends… - By Christina RossettiRemember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me … - By Edgar Albert GuestWhen you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders… - By Edgar Albert GuestHow much grit do you think you’ve got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of pluck… - By Christina RossettiDoes the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole…