A Game of Chess, by T. S. Eliot
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,...
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,...
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father...
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father...
The tale of love Alphesiboeus sung
And Damon, ...
There's naught in the town and its profitless p...
Blue shadows wreathed the galley's prow that bo...
Swiftest and most rapacious of the tribes
That...
Sailing across the lonely seas,
Sailing acros...
Cypris, when all but shone the dawn's glad bea...
Ye mountain valleys, pitifully groan!
Rivers ...