A Monumental Column : A Funeral Elegy (John Webster Poems)
To The Right Honourable Sir Robert Carr, Viscount Rochester, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, and One ...
To The Right Honourable Sir Robert Carr, Viscount Rochester, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, and One ...
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
"Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call,--"_The Loehrs is come to your house!_" And a smallBut very much ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
Summer of 'sixty-three, sir, and Conrad was gone away—Gone to the country town, sir, to sell our first load of ...
NEVERMORE Shall the shepherds of Arcady follow Pan's moods as he lolls by the shore Of the mere, or lies ...
I wouldn't make no Wall Street king;I'm no financial guy;I don't know much o' anythingBut makin' money fly.But I kin ...
You have heard of cuttin' hosses and all the things they knew,But there's lots of ropin' hosses that is plenty ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
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