The Coal-Fire (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
1.COME, we 'll light the parlor fire;Winter sets in sharp and rough.Wood is dear, but coal's provided,For three months, I ...
1.COME, we 'll light the parlor fire;Winter sets in sharp and rough.Wood is dear, but coal's provided,For three months, I ...
Ring, bells! and let bonfires outblaze the sun! Let echoes contribute their voices! Since now a happy settlement's begun, Let ...
Money, thou bane of blisse, and source of wo, Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? ...
All of us called not just to our people to be a light to the nations a witness to the ...
each of us needed a part of the whole together one body a wonder to behold God's plan worked out ...
Thus Spake Mary Reilly, "Respondeat Superior, My Ass - Sue 'em All" Sue 'em Sue them all damn it Someone ...
Words of heart and hope shared and pondered as brothers and sisters in praise and prayer tonight Our church owning ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
"Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you." -critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam ...
For Alexander there was no Far East, Because he thought the Asian continent India ended. Free Cathay at least Did ...
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
I You buy my freedom with your love. With every book you catalogue or stamp My imagination hacks a strand ...
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless-of cities fill'd with ...
1 TO conclude-I announce what comes after me; I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart. ...
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, And Folly too; for if ...
Toward a better world I contribute my modest smidgin; I eat the squab, lest it become a pigeon. (Ogden Nash)
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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