Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Young Colin was as stout a boy As ever gave a maiden joy; But long in vain he told his ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
Isn't she lovely, "the Mistress"? With her wide-apart grey-green eyes, The droop of her lips and, when she smiles, Her ...
I am standing under the mistletoe, And I smile, but no answering smile replies For her haughty glance bids me ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi' ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
FAIR maid, you need not take the hint, Nor idle texts pursue: 'Twas guilty sinners that he meant, Not Angels ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
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