Ye Wearie Wayfarer [A Dedication to the author of Holmby House” (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
Muse! Rise, and plume thy Feet, and let's convers This Mor'n together: Let's rehers Last Evening's Sweets; and run one ...
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon:The Blackbird sings along the sunny breezeHis ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;Rich breath ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea;They clambered and rollicked in ...
UP those Museum steps you came, And straightway all my blood was flame, ...
YOU bring your love too late, dear, I have no love to buy it,I spent my love on worthless toys, ...
OF all the beauteous wares Exposed for sale at fairs, None will give more delight Than those that to your ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Let us quarrel for these reasons: You detest the salt which seasons My speech . . . and all my ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
The description of Christ the beloved. SS 5:9-16. The wond'ring world inquires to know Why I should love my Jesus ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares And all that irked him in his bound employ, Once more become ...
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights, Our waiting hours were passing slowly, And shining you came down ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit ...
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