Bob (Paul Colinet Poems)
He gently does his angelic work.The school has four walls and its windows playdominoes.Daytime opens its laughing drawers: yellow battles,slow ...
He gently does his angelic work.The school has four walls and its windows playdominoes.Daytime opens its laughing drawers: yellow battles,slow ...
17851 O sunset, of the rise Unworthy!--that, so brave, so clear, so gay; This, prison'd in low-hanging earth-mists ...
High noon, and not a cloud in the skyTo break this blinding sun.Well, I've half the day before me still,And ...
WHEN I was but a little tad I used to hear my dear old dad Tell friends about the good ...
We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. ...
COME now--to the gates of that palace advance,Built by Louis Eleventh, "the Nero of France;"And tell how he suffered the ...
I've' felt some little thrills of pride, I've inwardly rejoicedAlong the pleasant lanes of life to hear my praises voiced;No ...
SAY, young fellow, just a minute,They 're your first long trousers, eh?And your little gray knee breechesAre forever put away.And ...
Mrs Moffat sold tomatoes,Postal orders, ginger pop,There was hardly any village -But she ran the village shop,'Clouding over', she would ...
Now from the dust of half-forgotten things,You rise to haunt me at the year's Spring- cleaning,And ...
Prolific authors, noble three,I do my derby off to ye._Selected_, dear old chap, who knowsThe quantity of verse and proseThat ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The shape of the wood changing under my touch turning the block the square becoming a cylinder making a balsa ...
The precision, I remember his motions helping me create the car the weight we added Balancing the shape the aerodynamics ...
Little man Newly five years old Devil in your blue eyes, Sly smile and infectious laugh Sharing candy with me, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, (Under Lord Derby's Scheme). I died in hell- (They called it ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
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