By Bede
Fore there neidfaerae naenig uuiurthit thoncsnotturra than him tharf sie to ymbhycggannae aer his hiniongae huaet...
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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 Why...
- By Gary SnyderAt the last turn in the path “goodbye—” —bending, bowing, (moss and a bit of wild bird-) down. Daitoku...
- By Derek WalcottThen all the nations of birds lifted together the huge net of the shadows of this earth in multitudinous...
- By Bashō
In 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...
- 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...