The September Gale (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
Life is real, life is earnest, And the shell is not its pen - "Egg thou art, and egg remainest" ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
"What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?" "Strong beer," said I. "There's a place for everything, Everything, ...
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; ...
The house awash in the smell of last night's dinner, now the stuff of soup, the simmering bones of the ...
I was low on cash been studying too long. The sign in the window read "Three pieces of day-old cold ...
Seven descended on the table Away from the crowd He sat in the middle, Back to the wall Surveying the ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast, His chicken heart so tender; But build a castle on his head, His ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
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