Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Pudding (Horatio Alger Jr Poems)
A pudding! why yes, as I live, too, it's plum; So plain, Susan makes them on purpose for me I never refuse, ...
A pudding! why yes, as I live, too, it's plum; So plain, Susan makes them on purpose for me I never refuse, ...
For my people everywhere singing their slave songsrepeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their bluesand jubilees, praying their prayers ...
With fondest love and sweetest pleasureGaze I on my infant treasure—My sweetest rose, my purest pearl,Heaven's latest gift, my baby-girl.Opening ...
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
I am eighty years old and somewhat,But I give to God the praiseThat they made a sailor of meIn the ...
He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans'and measured his intake to the atmosphereof that fairly stable country.His ear hurt. ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
Three cheers for the postman, the jolly old postman,With letters for Smith, Brown and Kelly, A load in his sack, ...
WHEN I am busying about,Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,Hanging the week's wet washing outOr ironing the children's things,Sweeping and ...
They say my boy is bad, she said to me, A tired old woman, thin and very frail."They caught him ...
First thing in the morning, last I hear at night,Get it when I come from school: "My, you look a ...
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans' and measured his intake to the atmosphere of that fairly stable country. ...
You ladies of merry England Who have been to kiss the Duchess's hand, Pray, did you not lately observe in ...
Hear of the hate I have for these poems as they arrive, out of the night wanting the small bowls ...
Though the unseen may vanish, though insight fails And doubter and downcast saint Join in the same complaint, What holy ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
My daughter Susie, aged two, Apes me in every way, For as my household chores I do With brooms she ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
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