Oh! Mr. Malthus! (Stephen Leacock Poems)
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,Bootleggers in silken shirts,Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.Seventh Street is a bastrad ...
's an interestingcustom, involving such in-visible items as the foodthat's not on the table, the clothesthat are not on the ...
Seeing in crowded restaurants the one you loveYou wave at the door, tall girl in imperious fur,And make for him, ...
How do you enter that Manilaframe of mind, that wovenmat of noodle house restaurants,that dawn of tapis tasting women,that hankering ...
I don't mind the human race.I've got pretty used to themIn these past twenty-five years.I don't mind if they sit ...
The weary one, orphanof the masses, the self,the crushed one, the one made of concrete,the one without a country in ...
Ow! Wow! Wow!(Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.)Ow! Wow!We are the people who ...
I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one's eye ...
When the day's trick is over and the running lights are lit,And the rigging fore and aft is trim and ...
Above the restaurants in the eveningsThe sultry air is wild and still,And the decaying breath of springDrives drunken shouting.Above the ...
The Caf? Strelitz was almost empty. Upon a hot midday in July, Don Juan wandered into the Caf? Strelitz ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Nobody knows what I feel about Freddy I cannot make anyone understand I love him sub specie aet ernitaties I ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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