Wilfulness (Mary Tourtel Poems)
A horse's great red-letter days Are days of hunting, when his ways Are often very wilful. Here See this John Gilpin in great ...
A horse's great red-letter days Are days of hunting, when his ways Are often very wilful. Here See this John Gilpin in great ...
The twenty-fifth had come; Peru awoke;One cry for freedom from her green hills broke,From her wide plains and valleys; and ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
IWhere the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky, Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain,Where the dead ...
How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?A northern Christmas, such as painters love,And kinsfolk, shaking hands but once a ...
Bicycle, my bicycle, that liest where I lie, I've merely strained a tendon, but your time has come to die. ...
(LEGEND OF THE CLIFF HOUSE, SAN FRANCISCO)Where the sturdy ocean breezeDrives the spray of roaring seas,That the Cliff House balconies ...
AriaThe tiresome winter now is goneThe day so short, the night so longAt gentle paceDo change their face,Now must dark ...
195For this - accepted Breath -Through it - compete with Death -The fellow cannot touch this Crown -By it - ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
For me, the naked and the nude (By lexicographers construed As synonyms that should express The same deficiency of dress ...
For this -- accepted Breath -- Through it -- compete with Death -- The fellow cannot touch this Crown -- ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
Thou shalt no God but me adore: 'Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Fishing boat pursue water love hill spring Both banks peach blossom arrive ancient river crossing Travel look red tree not ...
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems ...
Oh, Bonnie Dundee! I will sing in thy praise A few but true simple lays, Regarding some of your beauties ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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