This Excellent Machine (John Lehmann Poems)
This excellent machine is neatly planned.A child, a half-wit would not feel perplexed:No chance to err, you simply press the ...
This excellent machine is neatly planned.A child, a half-wit would not feel perplexed:No chance to err, you simply press the ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me;and did you know ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
Part FirstYou'll recall, if you're strong on historical stuff, The name of that highly deluded old fluff Who chartered a ...
The Two Maidens Two Bedfordshire maidens in one village dwelt; Side by side in their Church every Sunday they knelt; ...
In days gone by, when cows could fly And goblins rode on bears; When fairies danced upon ...
Ho! says the Nation's purse is lean, Who fears for claim or bond or debt, When all the glories that ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
Eternity dying on the cross the infinite sacrifice of Christ grace beyond our comprehension his love pouring out Our debt ...
While we walk the earth new, reborn in Christ our treasures not in this life kept for a new tomorrow ...
Hope, not merely faith, in the unseen knowing Christ rose from the dead that he will come again A place ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are: the false silence of sound drowning sound, and there--proud, ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
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