The Church On Comiaken Hill (Richard Hugo Poem)
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit comfort me! ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
Sitting, far from still In the hall, waiting, Waiting for word From the court Would my emergency relief Be granted ...
A fine line in the sand of import to find balance of equities costs yes, expenses no parsing subtleties of ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier Qui raconte avoir vu ...
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
"Miss Rosemary," I dourly said, "Our balance verges on the red, We must cut down our overhead. One of the ...
So how is life with your new bloke? Simpler, I bet. Just one stroke of his quivering oar and the ...
Oh, Mr Gilhooley he turned up his toes, As most of you know, soon or late; And Jones was a ...
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It's a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn't train ponies, for ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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