What Chris’mas Fetched The Wigginses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
I have seen thy crystal watersMirror Beauty's sportive daughters;Seen the village maiden thereLave her brow and braid her hair—Wade, till ...
Is it peace,Is it a philosopher's honeymoon, one findsOn the dump?-Wallace StevensOut of the cracks of cups and their handles, ...
So that you will hear memy wordssometimes grow thinas the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.Necklace, drunken bellfor your ...
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloudand your form and colour are the way I love them.You ...
I am living without you becauseof a terror, a farfetchednotion that Ican't live without youwhich I must narrow down & ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
The spot is flaked with mist, that fills,Thickening into rolls more dank,The thresholds and the window-sills,And smokes on every bank.The ...
WITH tallow casks all dunnaged tight, with tiers on tiers ol bales, With cargo crammed from hatch to hatch, she ...
September: 1588 Let them come, come never so proudly, O'er the green waves as giants ride; Silver clarions ...
I nigh drops dead (the bo'sun said) When the gist of things I gripIn the land by these 'ere Southern ...
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of ...
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