The Tryst (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
There's many a house of grandeur,With turret, tower and dome,That knows not peace or comfort,And does not prove a home.I ...
There's many a house of grandeur,With turret, tower and dome,That knows not peace or comfort,And does not prove a home.I ...
There's many a house of grandeur,With turret, tower and dome,That knows not peace or comfort,And does not prove a home.I ...
You must admitOld age, in point of fact, is an advantage. You have no hair and therefore no headache Over ...
DERE was an old nigger, and him name was Uncle Tom,And him tale was rather slow;Me try to read de ...
Seek not, Leuconoee, to know how long you're going to live yet,What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what ...
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
Listening only to my breathing my throbbing heartbeat my headache growing, pounding as I ate of the bread he broke ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Every morning, as I walk down From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, I see at a window, near the ...
You are my dream Of the East You are my life In the West Fused in one You begin my ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
WHEN my young lady has grown great and staid, And in long raiment wondrously arrayed, She may take pleasure with ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
I read to the entire plebe class, in two batches. Twice the hall filled with bodies dressed alike, each toting ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
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