Miss Melerlee (John Wesley Holloway Poems)
Hello dar, Miss Melerlee!Oh, you're pretty sight to see!Sof brown cheek, an' smilin' face,An' willowy form chuck full o' grace--De ...
Hello dar, Miss Melerlee!Oh, you're pretty sight to see!Sof brown cheek, an' smilin' face,An' willowy form chuck full o' grace--De ...
Majestic Thames, whose ample current flows, The wood reflecting in its silver tide, Which, hanging from the hills that grace thy side, O'er ...
I am fire and dew and sunshine,I am mist on the foamy wave,I'm the rippling note from the field-lark;s throat,I'm ...
I am willowy boughsFor coolness;I am gold-finch wingsFor darkness;I am a little grapeThinking of September,I am a very small violetThinking ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
"On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the ...
Sis licet felix ubicunque mavisEt memor nostri . . . vivasOn river banks my love was born,And cradled 'neath a ...
A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.ANNABEL ...
(AFTER EDGAR ALLAN POE)The skies they were ashen and sober, The streets they were dirty and drear;It was night in ...
THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding; and beneath, ...
With every plague that can conspire To curse a wretched country squire, Six hundred sheep on fields at Kneeton Starv'd ...
Mark yon runnel, how 'tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the ...
BY the dark rolling tide of the world's troubled waters,I sat down and wept on the willowy shore;For the sin ...
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;-- Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood Of their own higher half, and willowy ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
The Spanish women don't wear slacks Because their hips are too enormous. 'Tis true each bulbous bosom lacks No inspiration ...
FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in ...
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