Heritage (Countee Cullen Poem)
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare ...
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it's true. I'm 31 and my nose is growing old. ...
I Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his ...
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
Industrious, affable, having brain on fire, Henry perplexed himself; others gave up; good girls gave in; geography was hard on ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
Nothin very bad happen to me lately. How you explain that? â?"I explain that, Mr Bones, terms o' your bafflin ...
Henry in Ireland to Bill underground: Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound constantly, for so ...
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
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