The Milch Kangaroo (C J Dennis Poems)
Which reminds me, said O'Brien --"And 'tis not a word of lyin' -- Of a summertime way back in eighty-two,Whin ...
Which reminds me, said O'Brien --"And 'tis not a word of lyin' -- Of a summertime way back in eighty-two,Whin ...
OH! I admit I'm dull and poor, And plain and gloomy, as you tell me; And dozens flock ...
Upon a snowy bed I lie, Too placid to complain,And watch the mad world rushing by Beyond my window-pane,The traffic ...
This is the Queen of Nonsense Land, She wears her bonnet on her hand; She carpets her ceilings and frescos ...
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
On the tidal mud, just before sunset, dozens of starfishes were creeping. It was as though the mud were a ...
Primitive I ate my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea. . . . ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Lavender musk rose from the volume I was reading through, The college crest impressed in gold, tooled gold lettering on ...
1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em; I've torn up my old money-bags, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
"My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands them eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he ...
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