After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
Even the death of evil taken by his choosing refusing to submit to stand in the dock of justice Saddened ...
Victory over evil in the cries of war the terrorist brought down but may we not gloat Not like the ...
What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet? For whom ...
Time's wily Chargers will not wait At any Gate but Woe's -- But there -- so gloat to hesitate They ...
Oh Sumptuous moment Slower go That I may gloat on thee -- 'Twill never be the same to starve Now ...
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three, My life collection of rare postage stamps; My room is cold and ...
My Boss keeps sporty girls, they say; His belly's big with cheer. He squanders in a single day What I ...
Old Man Death's a lousy heel who will not play the game: Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll ...
I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
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