Opening Page (Edith Mirick Poems)
She looked with smiling lipsAnd old eyes upon love; the lookOf one who knows, from cover to worn cover,The pages ...
She looked with smiling lipsAnd old eyes upon love; the lookOf one who knows, from cover to worn cover,The pages ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
so here we are at last at the ten-boy never to be the single-figure-aged-again boy and all the trailing clouds ...
Seasoned with our witness preserved for Christ not just with our word but how we live our lives Salt from ...
I can see them, In my mind, Fifty years hence Two old friends, by then Friendly banter, tall tales Fish ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
Superb, Like a seasoned lion, Neruda buys bread in the shop. He asks for it to be wrapped in paper ...
The blessing of God on the business and comforts of life. If God succeed not, all the cost And pains ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
If thou didst feed on western plains of yore Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet Over some Cambrian ...
I'd heard fool-heroes brag of where they'd been, With stories of the glories that they'd seen. But you, good simple ...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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