Nocturne (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)
A cat duet. A silhouette. A high brick wall, An awful squall. A moonlit ...
A cat duet. A silhouette. A high brick wall, An awful squall. A moonlit ...
Ons Vader wat in die hemel is,laat u Naam geheilig word;laat u koninkryk kom;laat u wil ook op die aarde ...
Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was ...
On the Erie Canal, it was, All on a summer's day, I sailed forth with my parents Far away to ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
When I went by the meadow gate The chestnut mare would trot to meet me, And as her coming I ...
I scanned two lines with some surmise As over Keats I chanced to pore: 'And there I shut her wild, ...
O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with ...
After working hard all day In the office, How much worse on homeward way My old cough is! Barney's Bar ...
She phoned them when the Round was Eight: 'How is my Joe?' they heard her say. They answered: 'Gee! He's ...
I saw a Priest in beetle black Come to our golden beach, And I was taken sore aback Lest he ...
But yesterday I banked on fistic fame, Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring. Today I've half a mind ...
THE HORSE'S name was Remorse. There were people said, "Gee, what a nag!" And they were Edgar Allan Poe bugs ...
Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
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