Breitmann In Kansas (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
To make a perfect fish menu,The witches found they had to placeUpon this alcoholic baseGreat stacks of food and spices ...
HE sits in bivouacke, By fire, peneat' de drees; A pottle of champagner Held shently on his knees; His lange ...
AM Rhein! Acain am Rheine! In boat oopon der Rhein! De castle-bergs soft goldnen Im Abendsonnenschein, Mit lots of Rudesheimer, ...
I rode across a valley rangeI hadn't seen for years.The trail was all so spoilt and strangeIt nearly fetched the ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
TIS shveet to valk in Holland towns Apout de twilicht tide, Vhen all ish shdill on proad canals, Safe vhere ...
DER Breitmann sits in la Sorbonne, A note-pook in his hand, 'Tvas dere he vent to lectures, Und in oldt ...
Who will buy my peaches -- Tinted by the spritesWith faery gold and moonshine, in the dewy nights;Honied in the ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
1. You lay in the nest of your real death, Beyond the print of my nervous fingers Where they touched ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
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