In a Paris Restaurant (Henry Cuyler Bunner Poems)
I gaze, while thrills my heart with patriot pride,Upon the exquisite skin, rose-flushed and creamy;The perfect little head; on either ...
I gaze, while thrills my heart with patriot pride,Upon the exquisite skin, rose-flushed and creamy;The perfect little head; on either ...
I take you looking at the statuethe smile is yours and the stone is youthe stone is simple and the ...
The Country Girl reflects at last -And well in her young days -For she is learning very fast,The worth of ...
Forty Years AfterCOMRADE, yet a little further I would go before the nightCloses round and chills in darkness all the ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time,Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
Hang up the baby's stocking,Be sure you don't forget; To-day is pussy's birthday, And we're not downhearted yet.So ring-a-ring a ...
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for own ...
If couples mated but for love; If women all were perfect cooks; If Hoosier authors wrote no books; ...
One night came on a hurricane,The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid,And said to Billy Bowling: ...
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
Enter without knocking, hard-working ant. I'm just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day? It was ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People. The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts. Cutters ...
'Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September, Which the inhabitants of Dundee will long ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
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