Baby’s Trotting Song (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Come, see how the ladies ride, All so pretty, all so gay, In their beauty, in ...
Come, see how the ladies ride, All so pretty, all so gay, In their beauty, in ...
WHAT is it, in these latter days, Transfigures my domestic ways, And round me, as a halo, plays? My cigarette. ...
Spring surely must be near. High over head The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is ...
LAY your head here, Mary, Lay your head here, While the blown grass, Mary, With timid voice and wary, Sings ...
The lean coyote, prowler of the night, Slips to his rocky fastnesses, Jack-rabbits noiselessly shuttle among the sage-brush, ...
Once more mounts my spirit gay,Once more comes the bloom of May;See, upon the branches springGreen buds, almost opening,And the ...
How shall I, in my pride, array The one I choose, What purple and what gems display For her to ...
HOW shall I, in my pride, arrayThe one I choose,What purple and what gems displayFor her to use,What flowing silk ...
A connoisseur, he holds his bookAnd picks his pieces daintily,--A prince with patronizing look,As though such feast must surely be ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
YOU, Charidemus, who my cradle swung, And watched me all the days that I was young; You, at whose step ...
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
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