Dolor Of Autumn (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore of the night in my ear. continue reading
Exchanges (by: Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)) All that I had I brought, Little enough I know; A poor rhyme roughly wrought, A rose to match thy snow: All that I had I brought. continue reading
Fleurette (by: Robert W. Service) THE WOUNDED CANADIAN SPEAKS: My leg? It’s off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I’ve had it since I was born; And lately a devilish corn. continue reading
From The Arabic (by: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)) My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love. continue reading
From The Arabic (by: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)) My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love. continue reading
Grey Evening (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of turrets and of red-thorn bowers, And skies of gold, and ladies in bright tissue? continue reading
