Tired (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
"Bill Dwiggins had been Billy thirty years,A boyish name which piqued his clever wife,As if her man were ticketed light-weightOut ...
AN ODE(By a Western Spinning Dervish)I SPIN, I spin, around, around, And close my eyes, And let the ...
Mrs. B.:From out a canon in the West I came with colors flying,To meet the people known as " best," ...
(_In a Jerusalem tavern_)A Latin and Greek, praise God, are we, Armenian and Copt,And we're all drunk as drunk can ...
An old woman grabshold of your sleeveand tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin.She says she will take youto ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me.They took big fish off my hookAnd put little ones on, ...
Scotch stuff has come to stay,Now the burr drives out the brogue;Here in the U. S. A. The " hoot ...
"The level field of gray-green buffalo grassStill narrows as the sweating bays plod on,And that black ribbon at the ploughtail ...
We shall not shiver as we vainly try To stir cold ashes once again to fire, Nor bury a dead ...
(For Amelia Josephine Burr) The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl -- the Just -- Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Before you knew you owned it it was gone, stolen, and you were a fool. How you never felt it ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me. They took big fish off my hook And put little ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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