Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight, But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right. (Hilaire Belloc)
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As "Slimy skin," or "Polly-wog," Or likewise ...
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As "Slimy skin," or "Polly-wog," Or likewise ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Henry in Ireland to Bill underground: Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound constantly, for so ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
AH, woe is me, my mother dear! A man of strife ye've born me: For sair contention I maun bear; ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
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