Six Years Old (Constance Naden Poems)
THEY'VE left me alone in the garden, So I'll talk to that dear little wren-- Mr. Beetle! I do beg ...
THEY'VE left me alone in the garden, So I'll talk to that dear little wren-- Mr. Beetle! I do beg ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
Ses Cullen, the cockie, he ses to me:"Now, I puts it to you in this way:If a feller....(Woah, Ginger! Come ...
A Fable."WHAT can the matter be with the thermometer?Is it the sun or the moon or the comet, orSomething broke ...
_The old gentleman, tapping his amber snuff-box(A heart-shaped snuff-box with a golden clasp)Stared at the dying fire. "I'd like them ...
Can it be I -- this Hindenburg, deferring To demagogues, catch phrases, lucky charmsAnd all this mummery about me stirring? ...
Only a blunder—a sad mistake;All my own fault and mine alone.The saddest error a heart can make;I was so young, ...
When Lent and Responsions are ended,When May with fritillaries waits,When the flower of the chestnut is splendid,When drags are at ...
Have you felt the joy that is almost fearAs you face the ditch and are two lengths clear,And you hear ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Armed of the gods! Divinest conqueror! What soundless hosts are thine! Nor pomp, nor state, Nor token, to betray where ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
I have no camera but imagination's tinted glass I cannot pass this crumbling dry stone wall Without a break to ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows Each flash and ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
After Adam Zagajewski I am child to no one, mother to a few, wife for the long haul. On fall ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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