Getting Wed (Charles Allen Clarke Poems)
It corn't be helped, it corn't be stopped, When aw is done an' said; Whatever comes, whatever goes, Young folk ...
It corn't be helped, it corn't be stopped, When aw is done an' said; Whatever comes, whatever goes, Young folk ...
Romance goes out of everything in these days of ill grace,And even old John Barleycorn grows "standardised" apace;Once henchman of ...
There ain't no "Tradesman's Entrance" wrote up above his door,Like you sees on stylish houses on the stylish streets ashore,So's ...
Take up the household burden, No iron rule of kings, But make your family understand ...
YOU pay what you owe to your neighbor, I know,You do the square thing by your brother,Your word is as ...
Sure thing, said the grocer; "as far as I know, sir, This horse, Peter Pan, is the safest ...
O! Johnson, learned, venerable shade, What havock of thy fame hath friendship made, What childish trophies round thy manly bust, ...
A maddened horse comes down the street, With waving mane and flying feet. The crowd scatters in ...
In our street, the main street Running thro' the town,You see a lot of busy folk Going up and down:Bag ...
I would not in the early morningStart my mind on its inevitable journeyToward the East.There are white domes somewhereUnder that ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!" Her soul spoke thus (I know it did): "O king of realms of ...
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Because I was a wonton wild And welcomed many a lover, Who is the father of my child I wish ...
He had the grocer's counter-stoop, That little man so grey and neat; His moustache had a doleful droop, He hailed ...
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
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