The Rhemese (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
A poem- is just one more scrap of paper that has sailed off the table in a bottle with a ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in ...
When Hagar found the bottle spent And wept o'er Ishmael, A message from the Lord was sent To guide her ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The door it opened slowly, my father he came in, I was nine years old. And he stood so tall ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
I have taken refuge in travelogues, bare silk-screen images of evening cityscapes giving in to a garish-clad sky; a tourist ...
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats There was a howl and a clamour ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
By night when others soundly slept, And had at once both case and rest, My waking eyes were open kept ...
. By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
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