The Nightingale In The Study (James Russell Lowell Poems)
'Come forth!' my catbird calls to me, 'And hear me sing a cavatinaThat, in this old familiar tree, Shall hang a garden ...
'Come forth!' my catbird calls to me, 'And hear me sing a cavatinaThat, in this old familiar tree, Shall hang a garden ...
"PA vows that all gluttony's wicked;He's always for docking my meat,And ne'er at dessert will he give meEnough of what's ...
Let the mouth of the liar, forsooth, be filled with dust;But kiss the man's mouth, that uttereth truthful words!Every deed ...
I feel the cold of night and the dark holiday drums.Like the group of young men who go by now singing.I ...
The other frogs consider me aloofAnd mock each out-of-season mating call,But I regard my plight as living proofThat faith can ...
As still, with Hope's delusion gay,AMANTOR traced his devious way,A stately Palace rose to view;The walls were gold ...
She said she was sorry the weather was badThe night that she asked us to dine;And she really appeared inexpressibly ...
There's a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn,And I sort o' like to linger round a berry ...
Grandmother says when I pass her the cake:"Just half of that, please."If I serve her the tenderest portion of steak:"Just ...
I'm the friendliest of them all, When winter comes;Daily at your door I call Begging crumbs.Clinging sideways to a stake,Eloquent ...
With the apples and the plumsLittle Carolina comes,At the time of the dessert sheComes and drops her last new curtsy;Graceful ...
Oh come and live with me, my love,And share my war-time dinner,Who eats the least at this our feast,Shall make ...
There once was an old crocodile Who lived on the banks of the Nile. One day, for ...
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dessert, But on your glory! Then you will ...
We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
OR The Child Is Father Of The Man, But Not For Quite A While So Thomas Edison Never drank his ...
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