To The Emperor William I (Francis W L Adams Poems)
YOU are at least a Man, of men a King.You have a heart, and with that heart you love.The race ...
YOU are at least a Man, of men a King.You have a heart, and with that heart you love.The race ...
The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason. That's why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
I'd walk her home after work buying roses and talking of Bechsteins. She was full of soul. Her small room ...
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells, Roll on the grass laughing until I ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in ...
Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood? For ever ...
Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood? For ever ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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