Tired (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
Real as a dreamWhat shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?What is the interpretation of this planet, this ...
His shoulder did I holdToo high that I, o'erbold Weak one, Should lean thereon.But He a little hathDeclined ...
Eight Parts of Speech this Day wear Mourning GownsDeclin'd Verbs, Pronouns, Participles, Nouns.And not declined, Adverbs and Conjunctions,In Lillies Porch ...
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit ...
("If I have erred I err in company with AbrahamLincoln."--THEODORE ROOSEVELT.)If e'er my rhyming be at fault, If e'er I ...
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION IN THE GREEK GRAMMARThey speak of never-withering shades,And bowers of opening joy;They promise mines of ...
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country's greatest ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
Five-and-twenty years have gone Since old William pollexfen Laid his strong bones down in death By his wife Elizabeth In ...
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
Across the millstream below the bridge Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent, Kaleidoscopic beyond the ...
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