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Oxford Shakespeare - Shakespeare Oxford Society home page

Collected Works - Good for searches within Shakespeare's plays

Shakespeare Illustrated

Charles Dickens

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Jules Verne

Poets

Matthew Arnold - Selected works

William Blake - Selected works

Robert Browning - Selected works

Geoffry Chaucer - A mixed bunch of stuff, including The Canterbury Tales

E. E. Cummings

John Donne - Selected works

T.S. Eliot

Robert Frost

Gerard Manley Hopkins - Selected works

John Keats - Poetical Works

Milton - Extensive amounts of information on Milton, including many (perhaps all) of his works

Edgar Allen Poe - Complete works

Percy Bysshe Shelley - Complete Works

Alfred Lord Tennyson - Selected works

Dylan Thomas

Walt Whitman

Oscar Wilde

William Wordsworth - Complete Works

William Butler Yeats

Philosophy

Philosophy - A large list of philosophical works

Marx and Engels - This looks interesting

The Freud Web

The Works of Aristotle - Full texts

American Philisophical Association Homepage

References

Libraries - A list of libraries on the web

Webster's Dictionary

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations

Online Books Page - A general collection of online texts

Subject Catalog

The Tech Classics Archive

Labyrinth - Medieval Studies

Eighteenth Century Studies

THE HALL

Endless treasures adorn this hall
It�s dome throbs as secret desires swell
Passion ablaze on gilded walls
Where timeless laments cast a tear
Wake the dream inside your heart
Unchain your shackled feet
Lose your spirit in a timeless valley
Safe from echoed barbarities
The power to awaken rests in your hand
Nobility's resurrection
Embark on a path true to your self
Darkness to meet the abyss
Imparting light

� A Dove

How Peaceful, This Night

Tea cup in hand, I carefully open the wooden screened door
making my way �round the side table, to my favorite chair...
an oversized, carved, oak rocker.
The muted floral back pillow, a little worn, is so comfortable.
From my porch, I smile and enjoy the sweetness
in the cup of freshly brewed mint tea,
while being lulled by the tranquil landscape.

This time of year, so beautiful, as life renews itself
turning barren branches into soft spring greenery
inviting colorful song birds to nest.
The early bulbs have sprouted, sprinkling pastel hues
extending from the distant cracked-white gateway
and cascading around the rock footpath, leading to my porch.
Down the road a way, I hear the neighbor call her little ones to supper.

Placing the tea cup on the lace doily, adorning the table
my hand skims over my favorite book...
my book of memories, from long ago and far away.
Oh, I�ve forgotten my glasses. Are they on the bed stand, or....??
Well, no matter... I�m forever misplacing something.
Still, my mind cradles these images with unfaded clarity
and remembers a time when I could waltz on the breeze.

Feeling the evening air, I draw my shawl closer.
My aging companion, so peaceful, now rests, curled up on my lap.
Her fluffy, silver fur reflects the rose and violet sunset.
So beautiful, the coming of this night, as heaven displays her lights.
How gentle, this night,
taking me back to a night long ago.
How peaceful, this night...

� A Dove

THE DOVE'S NEST

Thine escort... Thy honor, grants passage to thee
Opening the gate, her land to see.
I bid thee welcome. Enter my land
Which opens its heart, when held in thine hand.
Behold the view at rainbow's end.
Sparkling fairy dust beg spirits to mend.
Crystal blue streams, from mountains fall
To quench thy thirst, and vest youth's call.
If thou be weak, my gardens delight
To offer their bounty, and deliver thee might.
The massive oak grants shelter by day,
To dew sprinkled violets, wherein fairies play.
Their giggled laughter floats on the breeze
Creating soft music, Thine heart to please.
But, disturb not the dove, in silence to wait;
The touch of an angel, who summons her fate.

� A Dove

The Dove

A gentle spirit waits in the night
For the touch of her angel adorned in light.
Tender yearnings her heart emits
Longing for the angel, beside her to sit.
Fireflies greetings accompany her wait.
As she searches the darkness, it grows very late.
From the distance the flutter of wings drawing near
Spark the vision of one who has grown ever dear.
Compelled by emotions the dove must go
From her cloak of the shadows, to the moonbeams' glow
To sit with her angel, embraced in his love
In a dreamland where fireflies hover above.
This land, untouched by time it seems
Allows her spirit to glisten with dreams;
Dreams of a oneness secured in his wings
Dreams of such beauty, her heart now sings
A song of desire, compassion, and love
Floating softly through darkness, it exposes the dove.
Creature of prey, talons drawn in the night
Dives toward her song in swiftest flight.
The aim of the talons are true.
So, the reaper awaits his due.
A drift of snow now blankets the dove
As her soul in it's journey soars high above
To a beautiful land, which shines like the sun
To dance with her angel... her journey now done.

� A Dove

Sleeping Babe


Sometimes in twilight
lavender fingers veil navy skies.
Heaven's music sighs to my heart
and I feel your touch so close
sleeping as a babe
held within my essence.
Clouds unbearably gray
cotton my throat
and I utter not a sound
my air
swallowed by softness.
All I see
all I feel
held by the hand
of this sleeping babe
in the fiery moon
of my heart.

� A Dove

Dream Catcher


Eagle wings soar
adrift on crisp ancient winds
chanting past lives� clarity
color stroking layers of rugged tradition
over pottery baked horizons.
Buckskin voices echo soulful thanks
to mother earth.

� A Dove

Diamond Dusted


Hardwood planks creak
under lonely footsteps darkened path
mindless fingers smudging snowflake frost
as hazy eyes reflect starry facets
set in silver-white bisque
earth cleansed
wearing nothing
except her finest diamond cloth.

� A Dove

The Dove's Nest
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