The Dance Of The Consumptives (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Ding-dong! ding-dong!Merry, merry go the bells,Ding-dong! ding-dong!Over the heath, over the moor, and over the dale,"Swinging slow with sullen roar,"Dance, ...
Ding-dong! ding-dong!Merry, merry go the bells,Ding-dong! ding-dong!Over the heath, over the moor, and over the dale,"Swinging slow with sullen roar,"Dance, ...
A NIGHTMARE DREAM BY DAYLIGHTDo you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea?Have you met with that ...
'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;To know the bounding steeds bring nearThe loved ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
Wot's in a name? — she sez . . . An' then she sighs, An' clasps 'er little 'ands, an' ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
She sung a song; an' I sat silent there,Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair; Me 'eart, that yesterdee ...
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
'Taint my idea uv argument to call a man a fool,An' I ain't lookin' round for bricks to 'eave at ...
See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard; With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze, On his bowed head ...
If you evah go to Houston, You better walk right; You better not gamble ...
All the long day the robin on the spray Piped his sweet song To her who on her hidden nest ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
FULL fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing ...
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
To be intoned, all but the two italicized lines, which are to be spoken in a snappy, matter-of-fact way. Ding-dong, ...
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