Songs Of Education: I. History (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
Form 991785, Sub-Section D The Roman threw us a road, a road, And sighed and strolled away: The Saxon gave us a raid, ...
Form 991785, Sub-Section D The Roman threw us a road, a road, And sighed and strolled away: The Saxon gave us a raid, ...
Oh, the cool September mornin's! now they're with us once agin,With the grasses wet and shinin', and the air so ...
Ther's a Squire lives at th' Hall 'at's lukt up to, As if he wor ommost a god.He's hansum, he's rich, ...
Dear friends, let me to you relate A plan that I begot of yore,A plan to conquer, extirpate Slaveholding now ...
The kids are out-of-doors once more; The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put ...
In those days the oatfields' fenced-in vats of running platinum, the yellower alloy of wheat and barley, whose end, however ...
Christopher Robin Had wheezlesAnd sneezles,They bundled him Into His bed.They gave him what goesWith a cold in the nose,And some ...
In the first month of spring, in the twenty-second year of his reign, the Emperor spoke to the Empress saying, ...
She limps with halting painful pace, Stops, wavers and creeps on again; Peers up with dim and questioning face, ...
Troubles? Sure I've lots of them, Got 'em heaped up by the score, Got 'em baled and bundled up, Got ...
Looking back in my mind I can see The white sun like a tin plate Over the wooden turning of ...
The field, positioned, placed granite hay bales, as if harvested grown from the soil, the crop of the farmer bundled ...
Understand the language of fall, approaching: Cold mornings drawing your bundled warmth; sailing-leaf afternoons, the enchantment of melancholy, departure etched ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the ...
After dark Near the South Dakota border, The moon is out hunting, everywhere, Delivering fire, And walking down hallways Of ...
There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
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