Love, You Must Be Blind (George Ade Poems)
Tell me if you can, the rule by which a man Selects his worse or better half. Truly it would ...
Tell me if you can, the rule by which a man Selects his worse or better half. Truly it would ...
Two infants in their cradles lie, Where lullabies of peace In gentle strains of tender music die. And ...
Floating away like the fountains' spray,Or the snow-white plume of a maiden,The smoke-wreaths rise to the starlit skiesWith blissful fragrance ...
Your name so sweet, Your name so high, My tormented, Yet glorious one! Among old ones, you are gray-haired, Among ...
When the hair about the temples starts to show the signs of gray,And a fellow realizes that he's wandering far ...
Well for youth to seek the strong,Beautiful, and brave!We, the old, who walk alongGently to the grave,Only pay our court ...
GIVE me the prettiest valentineYou've got in the shop, said he, "One with the tenderest sort o' line, In type ...
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw meI went to Springfield. There I met a lush,Whose father just deceased left ...
The mountains wear wedding wreaths.I am ecstatic, young.In my mountains I feelA cleansing chill.A gray-haired hunchback climbsUp to me on ...
I saw a miracle to-day!Where the September sunshine layLanguidly as a lost desireUpon a sumach's fading fire,Where calm some pallid ...
Although her load is sometimes heavy,The coach moves at an easy pace;The dashing driver, gray-haired timeDrives on, secure upon his ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
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