Witchcraft: New Style (Lascelles Abercrombie Poems)
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
TO the Wake of O'HaraCame company;All St. Patrick's AlleyWas there to see,With the friends and kinsmenOf the family.On the long ...
Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties,-- Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain,For I've received orders for to sail ...
Over the rushing river Where shaggy fir-trees stand, The devil himself is pushingMy swing with furry hand.Pushing, he laughs away, ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave ...
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