Queen Bona Sforza (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
Both daughters-in-law have died. And who shall ever knowif I did or did not pour the poison into their Venetian ...
Both daughters-in-law have died. And who shall ever knowif I did or did not pour the poison into their Venetian ...
Charity, Charity - parson and priest Ever in church and in chapel have taught -"Give ye in charity e'en to ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night,To visit with my honest, genial friends, the ...
Himself and me put in the trap And daundered into town,And there we found a whirlygig, ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,There used to live a pretty girl whose name was ...
Nay, why do foolish politicians strive To win a fleeting popularity?In vain, in vain, they jealously contrive To turn the ...
Said the Digger: "Soon forgot! Soon forgot, the deeds of war. Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty ...
Molde, Molde, True as a song,Billowy rhythms whose thoughts fill with love me,Follow thy form in ...
Once a year we lumber southward with the clip from Yarradee;Spell the bullocks in the township while we run our ...
I WAS somewhere off in Europe spending money like a king, Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan's, when the ...
How cool and fair this cellar where My throne a dusky cask is;To do no thing but just to ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,—A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years old!To ...
Oh, he whose pain means life, whose life means pain, May feel again what I have felt before; ...
You don't begrudge the labor when the roses start to bloom; You don't recall the dreary days that won you ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
How cool and fair this cellar where My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to ...
Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove ...
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