The Brothers (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Not far from here, it lies beyond That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take This unused lane where brambles make A wall of ...
Not far from here, it lies beyond That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take This unused lane where brambles make A wall of ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you ...
no more the chicken and the egg comeone of thembefore the otherbothbe fadin (steady)from the supersafeway/a&p/giantcircus uh-huh the pilgrim cornucopia it ain' a ...
Both fair and rosy, too, are the Adam Khel Afridi maids;Indeed, amongst them, all sorts of pretty lasses there are-With ...
Yellowish-grey sand, soft at the top, hard, grating below… sand withoutend, where-ever one looks.And above this sandy desert, above this ...
On the stony spurs of PieriusThe Muses conducted the first round danceSo like bees, blind lyrists might give us Ionic ...
Staccato! Staccato!Leggier agitato! In and out does the melody twist--Unique propositionIs this composition. (Alas! for the player who hasn't the wrist!)Now in ...
HERE'S a prominent personI must write a verse onHis ways are so strictly impartial,His power is great,His word carries weightIn ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me;and did you know ...
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
Once on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to ...
mehitabel the cat claims thatshe has a human soulalso and has transmigratedfrom body to body and itmay be so boss ...
"UNDER the slanting light of the yellow sun of October, A ""gang of Dagos"" were working close by the side ...
She was a phantom, &c.In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;And ...
I don't remember exactly when Budberg died, it was either two years ago or three. The same ...
MY trust in nothing now is placed, Hurrah! So in the world true joy I taste, Hurrah! Then he who ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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