Clio Fatidica (E W Bowling Poems)
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
Ten Little Slackers Ten little slackers standing in a line, One went to U. S., then there were ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
Their schoolboy days have form'd a theme,For nearly all the bards I know,But mine are like a fading dreamWhich happen'd ...
A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun' sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, ...
An old and crafty terrapin,Who lately found his speech,Like many another simple lout,Concluded he could preach.And so he waddled to ...
I.I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;My one foot stands well, but never goes;I've a good many arms, ...
"A great while ago there was a schoolboy who lived in a cottage by the sea,And the very first thing ...
The burn was big wi' spate,An' there cam' tum'lin' doonTapsalteerie the half o' a gate,Wi' an auld fish-hake an' a ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets ...
Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,the past week's stars all frozen in flight,Head over heels the skater's club goes,clinking its ...
I hateTo skate.SkiNot for me.LugeingI do not find amusing.I would go a long wayRather than sleigh.I will construct an abominable ...
Our Lord Who did the Ox command To kneel to Judah's King, He binds His frost upon the land To ...
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level ...
After Minnesota's lakes in the winter of '71, it was no big deal but for us it was it was ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
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