On A Pen Of Thomas Starr King (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
This is the reed the dead musician dropped,With tuneful magic in its sheath still hidden;The prompt allegro of its music ...
This is the reed the dead musician dropped,With tuneful magic in its sheath still hidden;The prompt allegro of its music ...
KISS me, though you make believe;Kiss me, though I almost knowYou are kissing to deceive:Let the tide one moment flowBackward ...
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: Why should men make haste to die? Empty heads and tongues a-talking Make ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. In deaths ye died I have ...
When all the world would keep a matter hid, Since Truth is seldom Friend to any crowd, Men write in ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried ...
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: Why should men make haste to die? Empty heads and tongues a-talking Make ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
(The French "Tommy"). Oh, some of us lolled in the chateau, And some of us slinked in the slum; But ...
Born screaming small into this world- Living I am. Occupational therapy twixt birth and death- What was I before? What ...
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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