The Akond of Swat (Edward Lear Poem)
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
(Foot-Service to the Hills) In the name of the Empress of India, make way, O Lords of the Jungle, wherever ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order, And hied away to the Hurrum Hills ...
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
a range of options, possible outcomes working on that which can be achieved this is the challenge, the role, the ...
Our work days were segmented, marked by sharing, growing as friends spending time in the side yard having lunch with ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go -- The Crocus -- til she rises The Vassal of ...
Once a man clambering to the housetops Appealed to the heavens. With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres; ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
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