Ed (Eugene Field Poem)
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, ...
Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as white As may be ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To nothing fitter can I thee compare Than to the son of some rich penny-father, Who, having now brought on ...
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the ...
One night when I went down Thames' side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me ...
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
WHO dat knockin' at de do'? Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho! Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad You ...
Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you've found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
i There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishment All upon the ...
The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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