The Flight Into Egypt (Francis Sylvester Mahony Poems)
There's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And ...
There's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And ...
THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair; And she to love Brunette did ...
Over the yearsI've stored up in my heartAll dawns and forenoons,Woods and mountains, plains and streams,The tropics and exotic flowers ...
THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair; And she to love Brunette did ...
Yes, Britain mourns, as with electric touch,For youth, for love, for happiness destroyed,Her universal population meltsIn grief spontaneous, and hard ...
IThis is what happened:She refused to lean on my shoulderand it hurt. The skywas empty and the radio said good ...
I speak for poor little woman -Please do not turn away; Oh, mighty man, do what you can, Our misery ...
PEACE, your little child is dead:Peace, I cannot weep with you;I have no more tears to shed;I have mourned my ...
IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe, dear,Those evenings I called at your flatAnd lovingly, longingly gazed in your ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having waveredIn these affections; never through shyness ...
485To make One's Toilette—after DeathHas made the Toilette coolOf only Taste we cared to pleaseIs difficult, and still—That's easier—than Braid ...
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then ...
To make One's Toilette -- after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is ...
Long Years apart -- can make no Breach a second cannot fill -- The absence of the Witch does not ...
â?"Thass a funny title, Mr Bones. â?"When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her ...
Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet. One soft, caressing hand played with my hair, And one I ...
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
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