The Little Cripple’s Complaint (Ann Taylor Poems)
I'm a helpless cripple child, Gentle Christians, pity me; Once, in rosy health I smiled, Blithe and gay as you ...
I'm a helpless cripple child, Gentle Christians, pity me; Once, in rosy health I smiled, Blithe and gay as you ...
Three years ago to-dayWe raised our hands to heaven,And on the rolls of musterOur names were thirty-seven;There were just a ...
Through the long ward the gramophoneGrinds out its nasal melodies:"Where did you get that girl?" it shrills.The patients listen at ...
It is our best and prayerful judgment that they (air attacks) are a necessary part of the surest road to ...
Nobody said Apples for nearly a minuteI thought I should die.Finally, though, the second sardine,from the end, on the left,converted ...
A fat young man plays with a pond.The wind has caught itself in a tree.The pale sky seems to be ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop; Three zodiacs fill'd more, I shall stoop; Let crutches then provided be To ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
I'm a helpless cripple child, Gentle Christians, pity me; Once, in rosy health I smiled, Blithe and gay as you ...
Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted ...
On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heavens. What they thought about Stayed the same, Stayed ...
ON Forty First Street near Eighth Avenue a frame house wobbles. If houses went on crutches this house would be ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November, Which the people in Southern Germany will long ...
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