To France (Ralph Chaplin Poems)
(May Day, 1919) Mother of revolutions, stern and sweet, Thou of the red Commune's heroic days; Unsheathe thy sword, let thy pent lightning ...
(May Day, 1919) Mother of revolutions, stern and sweet, Thou of the red Commune's heroic days; Unsheathe thy sword, let thy pent lightning ...
I had a gig-horse, and I called him PleasureBecause on Sundays for a little jauntHe was so fast and showy, ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
My chaise the village Inn did gain, Just as the setting sun's last ray Tipt with refulgent gold the vane ...
IN tears to her mother poor Harriet came, Let us listen to hear what she says:"O see, dear mamma, it ...
Lately an equipage I overtook,And helped to lift it o'er a narrow brook.No horse it had except one boy, who ...
I wish I ken'd my Maggie's mind,If she's for me or Tammy;To me she is but passing kind,She's caulder still ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
In tears to her mother poor Harriet came, Let us listen to hear what she says: "O see, dear mamma, ...
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep-- perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid ...
Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You're a fiscal ...
Said Cotton to Corn, t'other day, As they met and exchang'd salute-- (Squire Corn in his carriage so gay, Poor ...
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