Antagonists (Cale Young Rice Poems)
I Life flung to Art this voice, of mercy bare. "Fool, to my human earth come you, so free, To ...
I Life flung to Art this voice, of mercy bare. "Fool, to my human earth come you, so free, To ...
The pain and laughter of the day are doneSo strangely hushed and still the long ward seems,Only the Sister's candle ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
Mamma has bought a calendar, And every single page Has pictures on of little girls 'Most just about my age. ...
627The Tint I cannot take-is best-The Color too remoteThat I could show it in Bazaar-A Guinea at a sight-The fine-impalpable ...
I always rather bar —A bazaar.I simply cannot bear —A fancy fair.I'm not keen —On dancing on the green.An olde ...
I always rather barA Bazaar.I simply cannot bearA Fancy Fair.I'm not keenOn Dancing on the Green.An Olde Englyshe revelIs the ...
When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, Hide the picture on the signboard over ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
Beneath the deep veranda's shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch -- alas! -- Another ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free, And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand; While caroling ...
I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;-- Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
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