The Wish (Cornelius Arnold Poems)
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
Deep in the bosom of a wood,Out of the road, a Temple stood:Ancient, and much the worse for wear,It call'd ...
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight - amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
The stag was very proud of his swiftness, Of running ten miles in ...
WHEN he pushed his bush of black hair off his brow:When she lifted her mop from her eyes, and screwed ...
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,To try your fortune, bound or ...
The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,Like motes in the sunnes beam;And over him stood the Weird Lady,In her ...
"Under the pent-house branches the eight swans have come,Into the black-green water round the roots of the yew;Like a beam ...
An arrowhead of birds heading South.On a Greyhound bus, field workershuddle at the rear and lip-synchto their shiny radios.^At the ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. Belaker The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker, "Why did the cock crow, Why am I lost, ...
WHERE the Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep, Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quiet that the purple ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
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