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A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years, I understand whence this man's body comes, In veins and fibres, the bare boughs of bone, The trellised thicket, where the heart, that robin, Greets with a song the seasons of the blood. But where in meadow or mountain shall I match The individual accent of the speech That is the ear's familiar?
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Now of that long pursuit. Comes on at hand the bruit; That Voice is round me like a bursting sea: ‘And is thy earth so marred, Shattered in shard on shard? Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me! Strange, piteous, futile thing! Wherefore should any set thee love apart? Seeing none but I makes much of naught’ (He said),
Ogden Nash. A Caution To Everybody. Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.
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An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants. PART I. IT is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. bidden to a wedding feast, and detaineth one. The Wedding-Guest is. 'By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, 5.
Feb 1, 2015 · “I take you to my inmost heart, my true!” Ah, fool! but there is one heart you Shall never take him to! The hold that falls not when the town is got, The heart’s heart, whose immurèd plot Hath keys yourself keep not! Its ports you cannot burst—you are withstood— For him that to your listening blood Sends precepts as he would.
hot about heart; hunger within tore the mind of the sea-weary one. [ ¶ ] That man knows not, to whom on earth fairest falls, how I, care -wretched, ice -cold sea dwelt on in winter along the exile -tracks,15 bereaved both of friend and of kin, [ 2] behung with rime-crystals. [ 3 ] Hail showers flew. I heard nothing there but the sea's sounding,
The Wanderer. Always the one alone longs for mercy, Maker’s mildness, though, troubled in mind, across the ocean-ways he has long been forced to stir with his hands the frost-cold sea, and walk in exile’s paths. Wyrd is fully fixed!1 Thus spoke the Wanderer, mindful of troubles, of cruel slaughters and the fall of dear kinsmen:2 “Often ...
