The Beau, in Answer to the Belle (Cornelius Arnold Poems)
Artist! since it is confest,That of Painters you're the best;Prithee as thou dost excel,Draw the Beau as well as Belle;Draw ...
Artist! since it is confest,That of Painters you're the best;Prithee as thou dost excel,Draw the Beau as well as Belle;Draw ...
O wild November wind, blow back to me The withered leaves, that drift adown the past; Waft ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me, ...
THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,They 're coming back once more,And mother's smiles begin to playThe way they did beforeThe ...
God of the open, though I am so simpleOut in the wind I can travel with you,noons when the hot ...
559It knew no Medicine-It was not Sickness-then-Nor any need of Surgery-And therefore-'twas not Pain-It moved away the Cheeks-A Dimple at ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee. What you been doin', suh ...
It knew no Medicine -- It was not Sickness -- then -- Nor any need of Surgery -- And therefore ...
A Dimple in the Tomb Makes that ferocious Room A Home -- (Emily Dickinson)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
1THERE was a late autumn cricket, And two smoldering mountain sunsets Under the valley roads of her eyes. There was ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...
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