Morning Twilight (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Reveille was sounding on barrack-squares,and the wind of dawn blew on lighted stairs.It was the hour when a swarm of ...
Reveille was sounding on barrack-squares,and the wind of dawn blew on lighted stairs.It was the hour when a swarm of ...
I've done my share of shearing sheep,Of droving and all that;And bogged a bullock team as well,On a Murrumbidgee flat.I've ...
"In Westertown a statue rules the square,The settler as the sculptor visioned him.Nor slender, nor yet massive; sinewy,Bearded, erect, broad ...
It's the dummy wot done it, said Bleary Bill."As a child I was out o' luck.A kid in me pram, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Cremora and Kahlua a pair of brand names shared space in the brandy snifter that bleary New Year's Eve they ...
Red Sox, Patriots, UNH Hockey. Soccer, football, NASCAR and others too great to number Budweiser, Cape Cod chips Nachos, Pepto ...
We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary ...
Is it because I'm bent and grey, Though wearing rather well, That I can slickly get away With all the ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
I greet the challenge of the dawn With weary, bleary eyes; Into the sky so ashen wan I wait the ...
I often wonder how Life clicks because They don't make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
They're hanging Bill at eight o' clock, And millions will applaud. He killed, and so they have to kill, Such ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they Drift down the air; December's sky is sodden grey, Dark with despair; A ...
I met an ancient man who mushed With Peary to the Pole. Said I, "In all that land so hushed ...
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