Friar Philip’s Geese (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
A SATURATED meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite ...
'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my ...
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun, And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that ...
A train went through a burial gate, A bird broke forth and sang, And trilled, and quivered, and shook his ...
After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright, And I came ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there ...
Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed ...
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
Fallen pile! I ask not what has been thy fate; But when the winds, slow wafted from the main, Through ...
I bowed my head in anguish sore When Life made Death his bride; "Soul, we are lost forever more!" Unto ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
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