Story Of Mrs. W- (Dorothy Parker Poems)
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
Come, live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveOf peace and plenty, bed and board,That ...
Come, live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveOf peace and plenty, bed and board,That ...
Cats sleep, anywhere,Any table, any chairTop of piano, window-ledge,In the middle, on the edge,Open drawer, empty shoe,Anybody's lap will do,Fitted ...
The sermons of John KnoxTeemed with disapproval of frocks.There was no acquiescence by him inThe Monstrous Regiment of Women.(Edmund Clerihew ...
The sermons of John KnoxTeemed with disapproval of frocks.There was no acquiescence by him inThe Monstrous Regiment of Women.(Edmund Clerihew ...
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
Will you conquer my heart with your beauty; my sould going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand ...
I go to concert, party, ball -- What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies And Lads and Girls -- Was laughter and ability and Sighing And Frocks ...
How I love the working-class girls of Leeds, Their mile-wide smiles, eyes bright as beads, Their young breasts bobbing as ...
I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
Sing a song of men's pyjamas, Half-past-six has got a pair, And he's wearing them this evening, And he's looking ...
O you would clothe me in silken frocks And house me from the cold, And bind with bright bands my ...
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