The Jaffa And Jerusalem Railway (Eugene Field Poems)
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;Some ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;Some ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The Cowboy had a sterling heart, The Maiden was from Boston, The Rancher saw his wealth depart- The Steers were ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
This is the hardest part: When I came back to life I was a good family dog and not too ...
It seemed as if the enormous journey was finally approaching its conclusion. From the window of the train the last ...
This is the hardest part: When I came back to life I was a good family dog and not too ...
It seemed as if the enormous journey was finally approaching its conclusion. From the window of the train the last ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
UNDERTAKERS, hearse drivers, grave diggers, I speak to you as one not afraid of your business. You handle dust going ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
Xhosa women in clothes too light for the weather have brought wild flowers and sit sloped along the Claremont road. ...
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too late. Tell me, O ...
When the Lieutenant of the Guardia de Asalto heard the automatic go off, he turned and took the second shot ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
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