There Was an Old Man in a Tree (Edward Lear Poem)
There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a bee. When they said "Does it ...
There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a bee. When they said "Does it ...
About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in ...
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
Here we broached the Christmas barrel, Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol, And called in ...
now pay attention (said the teacher) and look up here the children looked up this is william shakespeare four centuries ...
The world, all that I see in winter's grip, held tight the howling winds, the blowing snow all I see ...
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its ...
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed until I learned which functions scrolled the images on ...
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Nobody rests This one constantly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And whether he wants it or not ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
Two lovers to a midnight meadow came High in the hills, to lie there hand and hand Like effigies and ...
God! ask me not to record your wonders, I admit the stars and the suns And the countless worlds. But ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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