A Courtin’ Call (Edmund Vance Cooke Poems)
HIM!He dressed hisself from top ter toeTo beat the lates' fash'n.He give his boots a extry glow,His dicky glistered like ...
HIM!He dressed hisself from top ter toeTo beat the lates' fash'n.He give his boots a extry glow,His dicky glistered like ...
TO make this little house my very own Could not be done by law alone. Though covenant and deed convey ...
What do you think I saw to-day when I arose at dawn?Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn!Bobbing here, ...
Yonder see the morning blink: The sun is up, and up must I,To wash and dress and eat and drinkAnd ...
This little toe is hungry—This little toe is too,This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,And this toe cries "Boo-hoo."This ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
I'm a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys; As up the street we come, Wonderful ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
I The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel, For all tongues ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie ...
A Wintertide we had been wed When Jan went off to sea; And now the laurel rose is red And ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
He used to say: There ain't a doubt Misfortune is a bitter pill, But if you only pry it out ...
In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold; By a shopman ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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