An Only Child’s Tea-Party (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
When I go to tea with the little Smiths, there are eight of them there, but there's only one of ...
When I go to tea with the little Smiths, there are eight of them there, but there's only one of ...
OUR ears had grown familiar with"Mr. Money" and "Mr. Smith"When, in the war's first anxious hour,Bellona, thy transmuting power,That we ...
I.Willie speaks.Is it wrong, the wish to be great,For I do wish it so?I have asked already my sister Kate;She ...
What's the blast from the trumpets? Hussars, to the fray! The field-marshal rides in the rolling mellay: So ...
I hate your Sterne, though still at times, When for a lighter half-hour yearning,I toss aside unfinish'd rhymes For Uncle ...
A Faust in colours with the good and ill For ever at their conflict, dumb of speech, Nor drawing gladiator-like ...
The moustache of Adolf Hitlercould hardly be littler,was the thought that kept recurringTo Field-Marshal Goering.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
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