Playing For Keeps (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
I've watched him change from his bibs and things, from bonnets known as "cute,"To little frocks, and later on I ...
I've watched him change from his bibs and things, from bonnets known as "cute,"To little frocks, and later on I ...
WALT WHITMAN TO AUSTIN DOBSON I who have walked splay-footed in hobnailed boots, I who have written at large in ...
'Twas on a Monday morning,Right early in the year,When Charlie came to our town,The young Chevalier.Oh, Charlie is my darling,My ...
I'll tell you how the sun rose, —A ribbon at a time.The steeples swam in amethyst,The news like squirrels ran.The ...
124In lands I never saw-they sayImmortal Alps look down-Whose Bonnets touch the firmament-Whose Sandals touch the town-Meek at whose everlasting ...
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the ...
There were more hearts smiling in the sanctuary Singing with joy, in deeper tones More young faces in Easter finery ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
In lands I never saw -- they say Immortal Alps look down -- Whose Bonnets touch the firmament -- Whose ...
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- A Ribbon at a time -- The Steeples swam in Amethyst -- ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be ...
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order! March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All ...
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation scene, At Christmas, in ...
'Twas on the heights of Alma the battle began. But the Russians turned and fled every man; Because Sir Colin ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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