The Enchanted Shirt (John Hay Poems)
The King was sick. His cheek was red,And his eye was clear and bright;He ate and drank with kingly zest,And ...
The King was sick. His cheek was red,And his eye was clear and bright;He ate and drank with kingly zest,And ...
AUGUST 29, 1859I REMEMBER--why, yes! God bless me! and was it so long ago?I fear I'm growing forgetful, as old ...
after school a hard handgathered us to the sewing shopa flock of young girlswith children's facesbindweed at our waistsall winter ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls, With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Whether with me, or without me, my dearest one, you will still grow, With my help or without my help, ...
Of all the fountains that poets sing,--Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring,Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth,Wells with bottoms of doubtful ...
You, General Cao Ba, descendant of Cao Cao,now live as a peasant, a cold-door commoner.Your ancestor's heroic age ...
Over the yearsI've stored up in my heartAll dawns and forenoons,Woods and mountains, plains and streams,The tropics and exotic flowers ...
Our brother says that Will was born The ...
There was an ambitious young eel Who determined to ride on a wheel; But try as he might, ...
The battles for the pickle dish once more are under way, The Uno Pedro Club is first and foremost in ...
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The bills ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street -- Why can't you lift ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and ...
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short ...
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