Attention please! Attention please! (Roald Dahl Poems)
'Attention please! Attention please!Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!Your health, your very life's ...
'Attention please! Attention please!Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!Your health, your very life's ...
The last day of July; for a thousand versts around, Russia, our nativeland.An unbroken blue flooding the whole sky; a ...
We who have walked deserted stubble fields on a December evening,Who have seen over the field's edge a soft river ...
HEAR now a tale of the deer-star,Tale of the days agone,When a youth rose up for the huntingIn the bluish ...
Knowest thou the land of fragrance ardent glowing?Where night sublimely sparkles on the flowingOf the sea? Murmuring in starlight gleam--Weaving ...
That day, in the slipping of torsos and straining flankson the bloodied ooze of fields plowed by the iron,And the ...
I can tell balsam treesBy their grayish bluish silverish look of smoke.Pine trees fringe out.Hemlocks look like Christmas.The spruce tree ...
I used to thinkThe mind essential in the body, evenAs stood the body essential in the mind:Two inseparable things, by ...
You're again with me, my girlfriend autumn?But through your net of the boughs bared,Bluish tints were ne'er such pale and ...
A TALE, FROM MARMONTEL'S INCAS OF PERUWHEN o'er the western world IBERIA'S bandsWith blood and rapine stain'd their guilty hands;When ...
There where that ray touches the plainAnd the shadows escape as if they really ran,Warsaw stands, open from all sides,A ...
A frozen moon stands waxen,White shadows,Dead face,Above me and the dullEarth.Throws green lightLike a garment,A wrinkled one,On bluish land.But from ...
Though tombstones fine of bluish slate Should ornament, adorn, my grave,But I were to have died a slave,Come, spit on ...
Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish mounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths, One's tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish ...
"There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from ...
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