manipulation (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
Oh, my head! my head! my head!Lack! for my poor unfortunate head!Mister de VilleHas been to feel,And what do you ...
Oh, my head! my head! my head!Lack! for my poor unfortunate head!Mister de VilleHas been to feel,And what do you ...
Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New Yorkof Beard Two, I did have Three took off. Well. .Shadow & ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce ...
Merry voices chatterin',Nimble feet dem patterin',Big an' little, faces gay,Happy day dis market day.Sateday, de marnin' break,Soon, soon market-people wake;An' ...
THE long-drawn bray of the assIn the Sicilian twilight--_All mares are dead!All mares are dead!Oh-h!Oh-h-h!Oh-h-h-h-h--h!!I can't bear it, I can't ...
Come I from busy haunts of men, With nature to commune, Which you, it seems, observe, and then Laugh out, ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
When first I came to Sydney CoveAnd up and down the streets did rove,I thought such sights I ne'er did ...
A bright sun and a loosened rein, A whip whose pealing soundRings forth amid the forest trees ...
The barley grass was two feet high, the billabongs were full,The brolgas danced a minuet, the world seemed made of ...
I've horses seen of noble blood,And stopped to gaze and stare:But ne'er before to-day I stoodIn presence of a Mayor.I've ...
'Ow can it rain.' the old man said, 'with things the way they are?You've got to learn off ant and ...
Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New York of Beard Two, I did have Three took off. Well. . ...
We should be hidden from their eyes, Being but holy shows And bodies broken like a thorn Whereon the bleak ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles. 2 If a man lives with a poem, he ...
IT'S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts. The banjo ...
Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and ...
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