The Stones of Gosh (C J Dennis Poems)
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
(Interlocutors--Mr. Lear and Mr. and Mrs. Symonds.) Edwardus--What makes you look so black, so glum, so cross? ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
'Tis true, although 'tis sad to say,Disputes are rising every day.You'd think, if no one did deny it,A little work-box ...
A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.ANNABEL ...
(A Response to Judge Mulligan's Famous Toast.) The moonlight may be softest In Kentucky, And summer ...
I am the Judge, the flower of the law,Bolstered in, privileged, all men's awe;When I am pleased to display my ...
Beware the Sissy Boy my child, Not because he's very wild; The Sissy Boy is never that, ...
(BEING THE ONLY GENUINE SEQUEL TO "MAUD MULLER"Maud Muller all that summer dayRaked the meadow sweet with hay;Yet, looking down ...
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. ...
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
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