A Phenomenal Fauna (Carolyn Wells Poems)
THE REG'LAR LARKThe Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird;At sunrise often may his voice be heardAs jauntily he wends ...
THE REG'LAR LARKThe Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird;At sunrise often may his voice be heardAs jauntily he wends ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
A highway white with dust that winds amidAn undulating stretch of breezy down,Whose ruggedness by spreading ferns is hid-Four miles ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.A flock of pigeons rises ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us,Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes;You strike a match and stare upon the ...
Mum's bit of egg money on the mantelpiece In the broken teapot in the olden days,Hardly earned and hoarded there,Much ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
Now fie upon him! what is Man, Whose life at best is but a span? When to an inch it ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The first flower of the spring is not so fair Or bright, as one the ripe midsummer brings. The first ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
As nothingness draws near How I can see Inexorably clear My vanity. My sum of worthiness Always so small, Dwindles ...
LOUD and low in the chimney The squalls suspire; Then like an answer dwindles And glows the fire, And the ...
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