The Orange (Charles Lamb Poems)
The month was June, the day was hot,And Philip had an orange got,The fruit was fragrant, tempting, bright,Refreshing to the ...
The month was June, the day was hot,And Philip had an orange got,The fruit was fragrant, tempting, bright,Refreshing to the ...
Indeed indeed it is growing very sultryThe indian feather pots are scrambling out of the roomThe slow voice of the ...
Abject, stooping, old, and wan,See yon wretched beggar-man;Once a father's hopeful heir,Once a mother's tender care.When too young to understandHe ...
I'd like to have a hut in the wild forest density, Made of firewood and a forest's scarcity.Hanged high among ...
It's the wrong time, and the wrong place Though your face is charming, it's the wrong face It's not her ...
A life of its own and a long one is ledBy this penguin, with nothing to do with the breast-The ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
Maxine, back from a weekend with her boyfriend, smiles like a big cat and says that she's a conjugated verb. ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
It sometimes happens that the woman you meet and fall in love with is of that strange Transylvanian people with ...
Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance -- 'Tis well the name ...
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
Religions are poems. They concert our daylight and dreaming mind, our emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture into the only ...
'Twas in the year of 1650, and on the twenty-first of May, The city of Edinburgh was put into a ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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