Epistle. (John Dunmore Lang Poems)
FRIENDS of St. Andrew and the Thistle,Accept, I pray, this short epistle,In answer to your invitationTo the Grand Ball and ...
FRIENDS of St. Andrew and the Thistle,Accept, I pray, this short epistle,In answer to your invitationTo the Grand Ball and ...
Now upon this piteous yearI sit in Denmark beside the quaiAnd nothing that the fishers sayOr the children carrying boatsCan ...
Farmhouses curl like horns of plenty, hidescrawny bare shanks against a barn, or crouchempty in the shadow of a mountain. ...
A young dancer lies near the heartOf the hoary world. A phonographScratches through a finished recordRustling like the wind. And ...
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horseOn to the skin of a violinA singing man a single birdAn agile dancer with ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
IO you poets, ever pretending Love is immortal, pipe the truth!Empty your books of lies, the ending Of no passion ...
In an estaminet a French dancer one dayDid the can-can for soldiers' enticement;~She was doing her best when some stitches ...
Oracle of the market! thence you drewThe taste which stamped you guide of the inept. -A North-sea pilot, Hildebrand yclept,A ...
O dancer with the dove-swift feet and hands,So palely swayingAgainst the moon's replenished rondure,Thou treadest not this autumn ground alone:But ...
It is good for strength not to be merciful To its own weakness, good for the deep urn to run ...
Katie could put her feet behind her head Or do a grand plié, position two, Her suppleness magnificent in bed. ...
whirligig twister dancer prancer st vitus's quester chancer romancer the inkman cometh from that nether world where dream and coincidence ...
Like a drunken dancer trying to catch a mate rejected by those on the sidelines moving from place to place ...
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
The good gray guardians of art Patrol the halls on spongy shoes, Impartially protective, though Perhaps suspicious of Toulouse. Here ...
Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float Tendril and string against the crumbling wall, Nurses him now, his skeleton for grief, ...
Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums, Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting: And now the stealthy dancer comes Undulantly with ...
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands And take it when it runs by, As the Apache dancer ...
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