My Own Character (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.'Tis a pitiful ...
Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.'Tis a pitiful ...
A bulrush stood on a river's rim, And an oak that grew near by Looked down with cold hauteur on him, And addressed ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
As needy gallants, in the scrivener's hands,Court the rich knaves that gripe their mortgaged lands;The first fat buck of all ...
WHO vas efer hear soosh voonders, Holy breest or virshin nonn? As pefelled de Coptain Breitmann, Vhen he hoont an ...
Charity, Charity - parson and priest Ever in church and in chapel have taught -"Give ye in charity e'en to ...
GAMBRINUS. In a field of goldnen parley Goot King Gambrinus shlept, Und treamin' pout de dursty volk, Dey say he ...
"A man's a man," says Robert Burns, "For a' that and a' that"; But though ...
THEY rode from the camp at morn With clash of sword and spur. The birds were loud in the ...
IT was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, ...
To the memory of W. B. YeatsITowards nightfall when the windTries the eaves and casements(A winter wind of the mindLong ...
You say we bushmen cannot love-Our lives are too prosaic: henceWe lose or lack that finer senseThat raises some few ...
He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke As rice is cooked on faggots and carried to ...
Selecting in the dining-room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber gloom A female voice. As cold ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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