How A Beauty Was Waked And Her Suitor Was Suited (Guy Wetmore Carryl Poems)
Albeit wholly penniless,Prince Charming wasn't any lessConceited than a Croesusor a modern millionaire:Though often in necessity,No one would ever guess ...
Albeit wholly penniless,Prince Charming wasn't any lessConceited than a Croesusor a modern millionaire:Though often in necessity,No one would ever guess ...
Wait a little: do _we_ not wait?Louis Napoleon is not Fate,Francis Joseph is not Time;There's One hath swifter feet than ...
There's a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to meThan the blood that thrills in my ...
The line breaks and the guns go under,The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;I draw deep breaths of the ...
PROUDLY, beneath her glittering dome,Our three-hilled city greets the morn;Here Freedom found her virgin home,--The Bethlehem where her babe was ...
IN the castle of Glubbdubdrib How spendidly we dine On flesh from magic potagers And cups of dead men's wine, Dead men who run ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the leaves' generations, ...
The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by),And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt ...
We are circling, glad of the battle: we joy in the smell of the smoke. Fight on in ...
Above the restaurants in the eveningsThe sultry air is wild and still,And the decaying breath of springDrives drunken shouting.Above the ...
I don't aspire to be a person of wealth and leisure,Such as one sees on the screen.With lackeys in livery ...
Man has explored all countries and all lands,And made his own the secrets of each clime.Now, ere the world has ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
That flow of gallants which approach To kiss thy hand from out the coach; That fleet of lackeys which do ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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