The Nominy While Riding The Stang (Anonymous British Poems)
With a ran, tan, tan,On my old tin can,Heigh tinkle, how tinkle, Heigh tinkle tang.'Tis not for my fault nor ...
With a ran, tan, tan,On my old tin can,Heigh tinkle, how tinkle, Heigh tinkle tang.'Tis not for my fault nor ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Like a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp ...
High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset Where peach and plum are blooming and the willowcotton flies. ...
Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . . Though peoples perish in ...
When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy ...
So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame To extend all boundaries To fog ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a ...
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