Bob Polter (William Schwenck Gilbert Poems)
BOB POLTER was a navvy, andHis hands were coarse, and dirty too,His homely face was rough and tanned,His time of ...
BOB POLTER was a navvy, andHis hands were coarse, and dirty too,His homely face was rough and tanned,His time of ...
This is a land of forests, and of meresStirless and deep, replenished with my tears.Here the pine harps, and many ...
BELOV'D companion of my early years!My friend in solitude, my secret joy!Dear were the soothing whispers of thy voice,Dear were ...
We used you like the queen in chess or the queen in cards.On a velvet pillow we presented you with ...
So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room,So warm and still, that sometimes with the lightThrough the great windows, ...
ON HER SENDING MEENGLISH CHRISTMAS PLUMB-CAKE,AT PARIS. WHAT crowding thoughts around me wake,What marvels in a Christmas-cake!Ah say, what strange enchantment ...
The frozen dream lakesenvisioned one Christmas Eve,the water's morning glintthrough the blindness of a solid wall,a wall solid brick, stacked ...
Maceo dead! a thrill of sorrow Through our hearts in sadness ran When we felt in one sad hour That ...
Veil-like and beautifulGathered the dutiful Mist in the night,True to the messaging,Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light.Ghostly and ...
I much esteem the rubber-stamp cartoons, Symbols of paleozoic pedigree --Age-battered emblems that for moons and moonsHave roused ...
The naked seats hearken strangelyAlarming and quiet, as though there were some danger.Only some are covered with a person.A green ...
Like long swords pulled from the scabbards of the earth jewel encrusted blades the long leaves of the lilies bright ...
Encrusted with jewels, diamonds, pearls, clear rubies, bedazzled with sequins, pearls of ever size and shape anointed and adorned the ...
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Steam rose Over the ribbon threaded Through the frozen marsh This waking Frost encrusted the Silent cattails, Highlighted the skin ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
The children are back, the children are back- They've come to take refuge, exhale and unpack; The marriage has faltered, ...
Eastern Sea, 100 fathoms, green sand, pebbles, broken shells. Off Suno Saki, 60 fathoms, gray sand, pebbles, bubbles rising. Plasma-bearer ...
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; ...
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