A BROTHER IN NEED (Henrik Ibsen Poem)
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
CHORDS are touch'd by Apollo,--the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth; While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom To see 'ow much money 'e'd got Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole ...
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
He stood alone in some queer sunless place Where Armageddon ends. Perhaps he longed For days he might have lived; ...
He primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his head Against a sorrowing angel's breast, and said: 'You'd think so ...
Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows Each flash and ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
It was my bridal night I remember, An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
(July 15) We know who the guards are in those POW movies with brutal but easy to fool fat Germans ...
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