The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
ONE night as I did wander, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder Upon an auld ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
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