Under The Willows (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:From this, engender all the lures of love,From this, O first hath into human ...
_Year 13--._ Barbican, bartizan, battlement, With the Abergavenny mountains blent, Look, from the Raglan tower of Gwent, My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home Shows, clear ...
'Attention please! Attention please!Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!Your health, your very life's ...
In the elephant's five-pound brainThe whole world's both table and shithouseWhere he wanders seeking viandes, exchanging great fartsFor compliments. The ...
Down the road someone is practising scales,The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,Man's heart expands to ...
The Mocking-bird gulps down the wormAnd straight begins to sing.I wonder that he doesn't squirmTo swallow such a thing—A sort ...
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough ...
'Er pore dear Par. she sez, "'e kept a store";An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor. "'Twas ...
Morning, if this late withered light can claimSome kindred with that merry flameWhich the young day was wont to fling ...
Freshened by any wind, sanitised with pine and cypress, the slaughterhouse is cool as a church inside. High rafters too. ...
THREE hours ago in Seven Dials She lived awaiting all the trials That haunt her race, but now shall be ...
THAT she may languish in her sumptuous flat,Ten thousand acres sweat with wool andwheat;That she may lunch, maids tend her ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class. --But ...
I swim near summer shadows glide over dappled shoals keeping to the fluid shallows reminiscent of the womb where I ...
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