“Now Summer with her wanton court is gone” (John Armstrong Poems)
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
THE low'ring, leaden-colour'd evening cloud,The chilling frost, the billows breaking loud,The wish excite, contented to retire,"To pause from toil, and ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
O MOTHER, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his chair and the white board spread, I prayed for his ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of ...
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