The Milkman (Christopher Morley Poems)
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs, You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his ...
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs, You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his ...
Dante AlighieriSeldom troubled a dairy.He wrote the InfernoOn a bottle of Pernod.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
I met her on the Lachlan Side -- A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore ...
Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i' the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I I would that folk forgot me quite, Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from sight, And ...
What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ...
After the cutting before the baling a working field waits for the late harvest Narrow rows of green, turning to ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
It ever was allow'd, dear Madam, Ev'n from the days of father Adam, Of all perfection flesh is heir to, ...
Old English songs, you bring to me A simple sweetness somewhat kin To birds that through the mystery Of earliest ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
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