The Double Transformati (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
Secluded from domestic strife,Jack Book-worm led a college life;A fellowship at twenty-fiveMade him the happiest man alive;He drank his glass ...
Secluded from domestic strife,Jack Book-worm led a college life;A fellowship at twenty-fiveMade him the happiest man alive;He drank his glass ...
"And Cain talked with Abel, his brother."The sun was rising on earth, sin-tainted, yet beautiful,Delicate gold-colored cloudlets in all their ...
Here we are, Mr. Bull, your Orange and ...
HAVE you seen the bright moon risingIn the heavens? Have you seenRuddy apricots that shimmerThrough the garden's foliage green?Have you ...
So wayward is the wind to-night'Twill send the planets tumbling down;And all the waving trees are lightIn gauzes wafted from ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
As I sit at my desk by the window, when the garden with dew is wet,On the morning incense rises ...
Down the dimpled green-sward dancing Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing ...
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
I remember a house where all were good To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: Comforting smell breathed at ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
She said she collects pieces of sky, cuts holes out of it with silver scissors, bits of heaven she calls ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
I Soft is the sky in the mist-kirtled east, Light is abroad on the sea, All of the heaven with ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
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