If Winter Comes (Billy Bennett Poems)
The world is full of sunshine. The birds are full of song. The happy humble homes are full of hope. ...
The world is full of sunshine. The birds are full of song. The happy humble homes are full of hope. ...
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
Una bionda fanciulla innamorataDal terzo piano si getto' stasera.L'han raccolta piangendo ed e' spirata!Domani i preti, colla stola nera,Com'e' costume, ...
Dick Briggs, a wealthy farmer's son,To England lately took a run,To see his friends, and have some fun,For he'd been ...
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
Newpaper smeared on my face over and over, to get the right five o'clock shadow a ripped gray sweatshirt hair ...
If anybody's friend be dead It's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive -- At such and ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
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