At the Theatre: To the Lady Behind Me (A P Herbert Poems)
" Dear Madam, you have seen this play; I never saw it till today. You know the details of the ...
" Dear Madam, you have seen this play; I never saw it till today. You know the details of the ...
The sky is like a blue jellyfish.And all around are fields, rolling meadows--Peaceful world, you great mousetrap,Would that I might ...
Song of Kafiristan.Here is the wind in the morning;The kind red face of GodIs looking over the hillWe are climbing.To-morrow ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
SEest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main, Where never Shepherd fed his Flock, Or careful Peasant ...
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose From his first love, no matter who she be. Oh, was ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
Kimos, son of Menedoros, a young Greek-Italian, devotes his life to amusing himself, like most young men in Greater Greece ...
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Good-bye - Yes, I am going, Sudden? Well, you are right. But a startling truth came home to me With ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world. I know it ...
My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the impotence of rage, Chained by enchantment to my stall, I see ...
I love you - though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy - Yet to this shameless, ...
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must ...
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