The Haunted House (Thomas Hood Poem)
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
I Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god's spiny hair; The loud south-wester's swell and yell ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
A long day at least in the office A quick search for the box score a happy revelation the good ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
They were poised, hooked in their hangers like bats in the cave anchored where they were ready to dive and ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in ...
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There's nought in this ...
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
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