The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
Chorus.-I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin To ...
Chorus.-MY lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare upon't; But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet, My lord thinks ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
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