Chanson Un Peu Naïve (Louise Bogan Poem)
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. ...
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But ...
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
IT was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...
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