“Do you remember still the little song” (Lesbia Harford Poems)
Do you remember still the little songI mumbled on the hill at Aura, howI told you it was made for ...
Do you remember still the little songI mumbled on the hill at Aura, howI told you it was made for ...
As the Chameleon, who is knownTo have no colours of his own,But borrows from his neighbour's hueHis white or black, ...
In the bright days of early youth, Hope told a fond, delusive taleOf lasting friendship, holy truth, And steadfast love which ne'er ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
And now our government a bird with two right wings flies on from zone to zone while we go on ...
The elephant's trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe's neck is for grazing on ...
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
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