The Broken-Teapot (C J Dennis Poems)
Mum's bit of egg money on the mantelpiece In the broken teapot in the olden days,Hardly earned and hoarded there,Much ...
Mum's bit of egg money on the mantelpiece In the broken teapot in the olden days,Hardly earned and hoarded there,Much ...
Back to the kicthen, mein Gretchen! Back to the scullery, frau!You have dreamed your brief hour of a matriarch's pow'r: ...
FARMER SYKES speaks his mind:Do you think your wireless and aeroplanesAre half as helpful as timely rains?Lang-distance 'phone an' lang-firing ...
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;The mist at dusk ...
Tall timber stood here once, here on a corn belt farm along the Monon. Here the roots of a half-mile ...
A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter,Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul,Do not destroy me now as ...
Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me—more's the pity!Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, too, ...
The bud stands for all things, even those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Th'endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by ...
they say in the local sanctuary owls are the stupidest creatures all this wisdom business is the mythological media at ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me--more's the pity! Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble ...
for Lindsay AIDS knows the condom wrapped penetration of strangers and lovers, deep inside only a tear away from risk ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
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