The delectable ballad of the waller lot (Eugene Field Poem)
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and 'orse's 'ead ...
You've `eard `ow young Albert Ramsbottom At the zoo up at Blackpool one year With a stick with an `orse's ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, And say'st my lines be dull and do not move, I marvel ...
His Remedy for Love Since to obtain thee nothing will be stead, I have a med'cine that shall cure my ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- Like azure dried 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices Beatified -- Without a vaunt or ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming all the while ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
A snowy morning-- by myself, chewing on dried salmon. (Matsuo Basho)
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