How A Fisherman Corked Up His Foe In A Jar (Guy Wetmore Carryl Poems)
A fisherman lived on the shore, (It's a habit that fishers affect,) And his life was a hideous bore: He had nothing to ...
A fisherman lived on the shore, (It's a habit that fishers affect,) And his life was a hideous bore: He had nothing to ...
1. It is still bright night in the Alps, and a cloud, Authoring joyfulness, covers the yawning valley. Playful ...
Oh, how I hate these chills, these winter ills, Bleak blasts and breezes;Abominate the "flu," the fierce "Tishoo" -- All ...
Holding with shaking hands a letter from some Official - high up he says in the Ministry, I note that ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
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