The Wage Of Sin (Marietta Holley Poems)
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high?The ...
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high?The ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in the ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
An old song made by an aged old pate,Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a greate estate,That kept a ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
Packs of houses squat along rotten streets,Around whose hump a gray sun shines.A perfumed, half crazy little poodleCasts exhausted eyes ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
A house of princesses greeted our three on the return from the church, the pageant practice a lost memory as ...
After Midnight The coach a pumpkin And coachmen field mice The spell broken And the bubble burst. It's dark And ...
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