How John Quit The Farm (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
LASHED to the planet, glaring at the sky,An eagle at his heart-the Pagan Christ!Why is it, Mystery? O, dumb Darkness, ...
Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the seething sea,To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free;Thanks to each ...
Goddess of Liberty! O thouWhose tearless eyes behold the chain,And look unmoved upon the slain,Eternal peace upon thy brow,-Before thy ...
In Germany there lived an earlWho had a charming niece:And never gave the timid girlA single moment's peace!Whatever low and ...
The blur of sky and seathis white grey morningbefore the day burnsmoves into bluethe sweet butter scent of gorsethe sweet ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
AIRY, fairy Lillian,What a naughty thing to do,By noon had read a LauraLibbey paper novel through.By four o'clock anotherTale of ...
The harbour is an ironing board:flat iron tugs dash smoothing towardany shirt of a ship any pillowslipof a freighter they ...
His face was drowned in a sea of faces,His heart was ironed in the city press:He was alone in the ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
One day He tipped His top hat and walked out of the room, ending the argument. He stomped off saying: ...
One day He tipped His top hat and walked out of the room, ending the arguement. He stomped off saying: ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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