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15 de mai. de 2024 · When all those rooms and passages are gone, When nettles wave upon a shapeless mound. And saplings root among the broken stone, And dedicate-eyes bent upon the ground, Back turned upon the brightness of the sun. And all the sensuality of the shade -. A moment 's memory to that laurelled head. William Butler Yeats. Rate:
24 de mai. de 2024 · How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled. And paced upon the mountains overhead. And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
17 de mai. de 2024 · To old men playing at cards. With a twinkling of ancient hands. The bread and the wine had a doom, For these were the host of the air; He sat and played in a dream. Of her long dim hair. He played with the merry old men. And thought not of evil chance, Until one bore Bridget his bride.
Há 2 dias · The Wheel. Through winter - time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when abounding hedges ring. Declare that winter's best of all; And after that there s nothing good. Because the spring-time has not come-. Nor know that what disturbs our blood.
11 de mai. de 2024 · Emily Dickinson (2414 poems) 2. Madison Julius Cawein (1231 poems) 3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1136 poems) 4. William Wordsworth (1016 poems) 5. Robert Burns (986 poems) 6. Edgar Albert Guest (945 poems) 7. Thomas Moore (849 poems) 8. Robert Service (831 poems)
21 de mai. de 2024 · Ephemera. Because our love is waning.'. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep. Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart !'. 'Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.'. In bosom and hair. Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Are love, and a continual farewell .'. 'Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in ...
11 de mai. de 2024 · And my loud brazen battle-cars. From rolling vale and rivery glen; And under the blinking of the stars. Fell on the pirates by the deep, And hurled them in the gulph of sleep: These hands won many a torque of gold. They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round me, the beech leaves old. But slowly, as I shouting slew.
