The Jumblies (Edward Lear Poem)
I They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of ...
I They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Su luna de pergamino Preciosa tocando viene por un anfibio sendero de cristales y laureles. El silencio sin estrellas, huyendo ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
Before you came along, I was sure oh so sure, that I was in control that I could change the ...
With these words, the majority opinion ends How sad, they are, how ignoble an assessment of failure on an awful ...
The coachman's at the door Checking his watch He knows the score, The sequence, the deadline Down the road Heeding ...
Whereas the man who hits the gong dis- proves it, in all its simplicity -- Even so the attempt makes ...
Understand the language of fall, approaching: Cold mornings drawing your bundled warmth; sailing-leaf afternoons, the enchantment of melancholy, departure etched ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
You've heard of Violet de Vere, strip-teaser of renown, Whose sitting-base out-faired the face of any girl in town; Well, ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
COME, my beloved, hear from me Tales of the woods or open sea. Let our aspiring fancy rise A wren's ...
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep-- perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid ...
Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
The moon's a gong, hung in the wild, Whose song the fays hold dear. Of course you do not hear ...
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