The Neighborhood (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
I. S. APOLLINARE IN CLASSE: RAVENNA A temple by the wayside, a shut gate Which no priest enters, going in ...
No; to what purpose should I speak? No, wretched heart! swell till you break. She cannot ...
A woman is queer, there's no doubt about that.She hates to be thin and she hates to be fat;One minute ...
I think some spiteful fairyMy natal day did graceAnd leave me for a dowryA sympathetic face.Or why do people tell ...
Salut, divin Triomphe! entre dans nos murailles!Rends-nous ces guerriers illustr?sPar le sang de D?sille, et par les fun7eacute;raillesDe tant de ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
This creature, though extremely thin,In shape is almost square;Has many heads, on which ne'er grewOne single lock of hair.Yet several ...
I don't like flowers - they do remind me oftenOf funerals, of weddings and of balls;Their presence on tables for ...
On shallow straw, in shadeless glass, Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep: No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass ...
"Far I hear the bugle blow To call me where I would not go, And the guns begin the song, ...
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
'Twas in the year of 1887, which many people will long remember, The burning of the Theatre at Exeter on ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
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