Mid My Gold-Brown Curls (George Eliot Poem)
'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled ...
'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled ...
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face; Cold winds, that never make ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
Themself are all I have -- Myself a freckled -- be -- I thought you'd choose a Velvet Cheek Or ...
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight -- Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy ...
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray -- Velvet people from Vevay -- Balles from some lost summer day -- Bees exclusive ...
If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose -- How gay upon your table My velvet ...
All the letters I can write Are not fair as this -- Syllables of Velvet -- Sentences of Plush, Depths ...
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush I hear the level Bee -- A Jar across the Flowers goes ...
In Ebon Box, when years have flown To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there! To ...
How soft a Caterpillar steps -- I fond one on my Hand From such a velvet world it comes Such ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
A Bird came down the Walk -- He did not know I saw -- He bit an Angleworm in halves ...
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own! Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge Constant my heart ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own! Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge Constant my heart ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
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