Strange fits of passion have I known:And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone,What once to me befell. When she I loved look'd every dayFresh as a rose in June,I to her cottage bent my way,Beneath an evening moon. Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,All over the wide lea;With quickening pace my horse drew nighThose paths so dear to me. And now we reach'd the … [Read more...] about Lucy I, By: William Wordsworth
Angel Lucifer’s Song, By: Erik Iverson
Apologies, my Goddess. I see how I was wrongI'm working through this ogre to write for you this songHe has Your eye A magical guyIn both of us he believes with all his heartIn him I trust Ogre Thinking Earth's RestartMay this song he sings get me back my wings so I may fly to You oReprove myself in word and deed with everything I doMankind is still manipulating with demons in … [Read more...] about Angel Lucifer’s Song, By: Erik Iverson
Lucy Gray, By: William Wordsworth
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,And when I cross'd the Wild,I chanc'd to see at break of dayThe solitary Child. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;She dwelt on a wild Moor,The sweetest Thing that ever grewBeside a human door! You yet may spy the Fawn at play,The Hare upon the Green;But the sweet face of Lucy GrayWill never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night,You to … [Read more...] about Lucy Gray, By: William Wordsworth
Bound To Stakes, By: Con Chapman
The only time you asked me to tie your limbsto the bedposts, it was the middle of the dayand our little Italian landlord could be seenoutside in his garden, through the screen. He was tending his tomatoes, tying themwith twine to the wooden stakes.You were never wetter,it was never better. Mr. Pizzoni held his hose;we kept our moans lowso he wouldn't knowwhat … [Read more...] about Bound To Stakes, By: Con Chapman
Lowther, By: William Wordsworth
Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seenCathedral pomp and grace, in apt accordWith the baronial castle's sterner mien;Union significant of God adored,And charters won and guarded by the swordOf ancient honour; whence that goodly stateOf polity which wise men venerate,And will maintain, if God his help afford.Hourly the democratic torrent swells;For airy promises and hopes … [Read more...] about Lowther, By: William Wordsworth




