Ballade of the Traffickers (Franklin P. Adams Poems)
Up goes the price of our bread--Up goes the cost of our caking!People must ever be fed;Bakers must ever be ...
Up goes the price of our bread--Up goes the cost of our caking!People must ever be fed;Bakers must ever be ...
Thou arrant robber, Death! Couldst thou not find Some lesser one than he To rob of breath,-- Some poorer mind Thy prey to be? His mind ...
Good Mr. Stitch, if 'tis your pleasure,To come and take of me the measure:I will confess the obligation,And cringe unto ...
In orange cap and yellow skirtShe stands - this arrant farmer flirt! She knows the thoughts he dare not utter,The while ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
FULL many a flag the breeze has kissed;Through ages long the morning sun Has risen over the early mistThe flags ...
Come on, ye critics! Find one fault who dare, For, read it backward like a witch's prayer, 'Twill do as ...
We condemn, as selfish slackers, Those not willing to enlist To oppose the Prussian Kultur ...
NOVEMBER, 14, 1778.Come, clear thy studious looks awhile,'T is arrant treason nowTo wear that moping brow,When I, thy empress, bid ...
Now comes the time when we douse flies With various kinds of sprays -The sand flies, and the house flies, ...
Now is the day when arrant fools Play outworn tricks on sober men!But, for the thoughtful soul that schools His ...
JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of ...
From Child's Garden of Verses I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we ...
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