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- Maid of Astolat
- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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Part of Plenty Bernard Spencer When she carries food to the table and stoops down - Doing this out of love - and lays soup with its... -
Full Moon Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across the w... -
Sad Story of a Motor Fan H. A. Field Young Ethelred was only three Or somewhere thereabouts, when he Began to show in divers ways The... -
Wadsworth Moor Ted Hughes Where the mothers Gallop their souls Where the howlings of heaven Pour down onto earth Looking for bodi... -
On Beacon Hill Laurie Lee Now as we lie beneath the sky, Prone and knotted, you and I, Visible at last we are To each nebula and star... -
Love and Life John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. 1647–1680 ALL my past life is mine no more; The flying hours are gone, Like transito... -
Almost Out of the Sky (incomplete) Pablo Neruda Almost out of the sky, half of the moon anchors between two mountains. Turning, wandering ni... -
There are no words. postscript - found some words... "Evil often triumphs, but never conquers." -
When Passion's Trance Is Overpast Percy Bysshe Shelley When passion's trance is overpast, If tenderness and truth could last, ...
