Ower The Hedge (George MacDonald Poems)
I."Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,Ken ye what is care?Had ye ever a thought, lassie,Made yer hertie sair?"Johnnie said it, Johnnie seekinSicht ...
I."Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,Ken ye what is care?Had ye ever a thought, lassie,Made yer hertie sair?"Johnnie said it, Johnnie seekinSicht ...
From plains that reel to southward, dim,The road runs by me white and bare;Up the steep hill it seems to ...
I can conceive no heav'nly blissMore perfectly complete than this: To sit and smoke and idly chew Reflection's cud, with ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion,You cudn't stop him any more'n a ...
Gnats and an ant have gnawed your nimble bones-You who could spring and sprawl on your own thread Down half ...
You can't expect it! Goodness me!T'would be a dreadful policy!What sort of Ministerial dunceWould try to do two things at ...
MY soul is like some cage-born bird, that hath A restless prescience-howsoever won- Of a broad pathway leading to the ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight." Whoever "Thy" is, ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Six bulls I saw as black as jet, With crimsoned horns and amber eyes That chewed their cud without a ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
I love to watch my seven cows In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees; But even more I love ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
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