Studies For Two Heads (James Russell Lowell Poems)
ISome sort of heart I know is hers,-- I chanced to feel her pulse one night;A brain she has that never ...
ISome sort of heart I know is hers,-- I chanced to feel her pulse one night;A brain she has that never ...
Lions in the street & roamingDogs in heat, rabid, foamingA beast caged in the heart of a cityThe body of ...
Eternal cold of silence, where each sound Dies in its birth, and Death's pale henchmen meet With soft Lethean traps unwary feet Or ...
Shoe of my mind walk me backThrough the wild garlicTo that day without endPast alluvial earthSteep with sun rain and ...
Where Pyramids and temple-wrecks are piled Confusedly on camel-coloured sands, And the mute Arab motionlessly stands,Like some swart god who never wept ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a roomFor love or money. Let us picnic thereAt Audley Court.' I ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;I am not up to small deceit or any sinful ...
I have found out a gift for my fair; I know where the fossils abound,Where the footprints of Aves declare ...
It is very aggravating To hear the solemn pratingOf the fossils who are statingThat old Horace was a prude; When ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
I "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar ...
It is very aggravating To hear the solemn prating Of the fossils who are stating That old Horace was a ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
Inside Ayers Rock is lit with paired fluorescent lights on steel pillars supporting the ceiling of haze-blue marquee cloth high ...
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