D.G. Rossetti (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Dante Gabriel Rossetti Buried all of his libretti, Thought the matter over - then Went and dug them up again. ...
Dante Gabriel Rossetti Buried all of his libretti, Thought the matter over - then Went and dug them up again. ...
... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away! And let me tend you this advice, my dear: Take any lover ...
In youth, it was a way I had To do my best to please, And change, with every passing lad, ...
Then let them point my every tear, And let them mock and moan; Another week, another year, And I'll be ...
Leave me to my lonely pillow. Go, and take your silly posies Who has vowed to wear the willow Looks ...
Tonight my love is sleeping cold Where none may see and none shall pass. The daisies quicken in the mold, ...
Every love's the love before In a duller dress. That's the measure of my lore- Here's my bitterness: Would I ...
They say He was a serious child, And quiet in His ways; They say the gentlest lady smiled To hear ...
Death's the lover that I'd be taking; Wild and fickle and fierce is he. Small's his care if my heart ...
I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend, Of worry and strain and doubt; Before we begin, let us view the ...
Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat; My dress is 1922.... My life is all ...
My answers are inadequate To those demanding day and date And ever set a tiny shock Through strangers asking what's ...
If I had a shiny gun, I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the ...
Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my ...
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends ...
In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He ...
If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide; If cool my heart and high ...
Should they whisper false of you. Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm ...
There still are kindly things for me to know, Who am afraid to dream, afraid to feel- This little chair ...
Oh, I'd been better dying, Oh, I was slow and sad; A fool I was, a-crying About a cruel lad! ...
By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying - Lady, ...
In May my heart was breaking- Oh, wide the wound, and deep! And bitter it beat at waking, And sore ...
Oh, is it, then, Utopian To hope that I may meet a man Who'll not relate, in accents suave, The ...
For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to ...
Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And ...
Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses. (Dorothy Parker)
If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my ...
She's passing fair; but so demure is she, So quiet is her gown, so smooth her hair, That few there ...
My heart went fluttering with fear Lest you should go, and leave me here To beat my breast and rock ...
If you should sail for Trebizond, or die, Or cry another name in your first sleep, Or see me board ...
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