When Friends Drop In (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
It may be I'm old-fashioned, but the times I like the bestAre not the splendid parties with the women gaily ...
It may be I'm old-fashioned, but the times I like the bestAre not the splendid parties with the women gaily ...
Not in our public parks, for private gain. This centuries-old precursor of all dramasThat lured babes in old Italy and ...
He's doing double duty now;Time's silver gleams upon his brow,And there are lines upon his faceWhich only passing years can ...
He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as ...
There is the caw of a crow,And the hesitant song of a thrush.There is the tinkle of a cowbell far ...
GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones And catch the sun on their flat sides Shooting it back, Gold and emerald, ...
507She sights a Bird-she chuckles-She flattens-then she crawls-She runs without the look of feet-Her eyes increase to Balls-Her Jaws stir-twitching-hungry-Her ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
He lies on his back, the idling smith, A lazy, dreaming fellow is he; The sky is blue, or the ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air? What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a ...
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