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26 de may. de 2024 · But I go on for ever. I babble on the pebbles. With willow-weed and mallow. But I go on for ever. But I go on for ever. That grow for happy lovers. Against my sandy shallows. But I go on for ever. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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Hace 4 días · The Sisters' Shame. We were two daughters of one race; She was the fairest in the face. The wind is blowing in turret and tree. They were together, and she fell; Therefore revenge became me well. O, the earl was fair to see! She died; she went to burning flame; She mix'd her ancient blood with shame.
Hace 2 días · O, hither, come hither, and be our lords, For merry brides are we. We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words; O, listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten. With pleasure and love and jubilee. O, listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten. When the sharp clear twang of the golden chords. Runs up the ridged sea.
26 de may. de 2024 · Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts, Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts, Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call, I myself so close on death, and death itself in Locksley Hall. So-your happy suit was blasted-she the faultless, the divine; And you liken-boyish babble-this ...
21 de may. de 2024 · Death, walking all alone beneath a yew, And talking to himself, first met his sight. 'You must begone,' said Death, 'these walks are mine.'. Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said, 'This hour is thine: Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree. Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of ...
24 de may. de 2024 · Red of the Dawn! Screams of a babe in the red-hot palms of a Moloch of Tyre, Man with his brotherless dinner on man in the tropical wood, Priests in the name of the Lord passing souls through fire to the fire, Head -hunters and boats of Dahomey that float upon human blood! Red of the Dawn! Godless fury of peoples, and Christless frolic of kings,
