Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
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The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
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On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
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Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You ...
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In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full ...
Though you know it anyhow Listen to me, darling, now, Proving what I need not prove How I know I ...
They're taking down a tree at the front door, The power saw is snarling at some nerves, Whining at others. ...
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If you make a revolution, make it for fun, don't make it in ghastly seriousness, don't do it in deadly ...
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