Habeas Corpus (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow For half ...
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow For half ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstillhorrible Henry, foaming. Fan their waytoward him who willin the high wood: the ...
You ask about these wrinkles, These wrinkles I have on my brow,If you'll give me your kind applause, sir, For ...
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works very slow;But, when it fastens on a thoughts, he will not let it go.He ...
One after one the high emotions fade; Time's wheeling measure empties and refills Year after year; we seek no more ...
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
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