I Go Back To The House For A Book (Billy Collins Poem)
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
THE GOSSOON It's bleedin'! It's bleedin'! THE OULD WOMAN An' shure, me lad, 't is bleedin'; But come, ...
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair! Though cold ...
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Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
I chanced upon a new book yesterday; I opened it, and, where my finger lay 'Twixt page and uncut page, ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ``I know you both, ``Have recognized your plighted troth, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
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I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
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In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
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