To A Proud Beauty (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
A ValentineThough I have loved you well, I ween, And you, too, fancied me,Your heart hath too divided been A ...
A ValentineThough I have loved you well, I ween, And you, too, fancied me,Your heart hath too divided been A ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
Ay, lay him 'neath the Simla pine -- A fortnight fully to be missed, Behold, we lose our fourth at ...
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before ...
Death came to me in a mini skirt As skittish as a kitten , And said : " I am ...
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
When Jack took Nell into his arms He knew he acted ill, And thought as he enjoyed her charms Of ...
There once was a Square, such a square little Square, And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a ...
As I go forth from fair to mart With racket ringing, Who would divine that in my heart Mad larks ...
If dogs could speak, O Mademoiselle, What funny stories they could tell! For instance, take your little "peke," How awkward ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
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