The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting desperately a better job, standing ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
(As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of "The Three Wayfarers") O MY trade it is the rarest ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Oh it was too easy, in my rush after the traffic to the bank, the banter of the customers marking ...
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
If it wasn't for the dent he would be making in their budget his antics would be all the more ...
Nocturnal marauders in my yard Villains of the woods, with masks to boot Out in my land looking for food ...
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame By Transporter Bridge ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
How beautiful it would be to wait for you again in the usual place, not looking at the door, keeping ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
He had the grocer's counter-stoop, That little man so grey and neat; His moustache had a doleful droop, He hailed ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
I KNOW a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn ...
Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died, And by the death of his father, Mrs ...
Success to Mr J. Graham Henderson, who is a good man, And to gainsay it there's few people can, I ...
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