Bill the Bullock-Driv (Henry Kendall Poems)
The Leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, Who sway the wide world with their willAnd shake the great globe ...
The Leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, Who sway the wide world with their willAnd shake the great globe ...
Procne, Philomela, and Itylus,Your names are liquid, your improbable taleIs recited in the classic numbers of the nightingale.Ah, but our ...
HASBROUCK was there and so were BillAnd Smollet Smith the poet, and Ames was there.After his thirteenth drink, the burning ...
Lady, when the first swan professedher main concern it was dignityshe named. Three elements compassedin one nature a boded purityimprobable. No ...
This most impossible improbable thingIs that I shall marry you--Though I do not marry other menBecause of you.You cannot seeThe ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
Woman s VoicePerhaps you find the angel most improbable?It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajarFor once to admit the ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
In our prayers, in stopping to give thanks certain to honor God, to whom we are thankful from whom all ...
The words of our forefathers, at the first Thanksgiving at the beginning of our nation in the midst of civil ...
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
If there were more than one of me I'd shave my head and grow my beard I'd be a Doctor ...
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