Kitty Reid’s House (Carolina Oliphant Poems)
Air — "Country Bumpkin."Hech! hey! the mirth that was there, The mirth that was there, ...
Air — "Country Bumpkin."Hech! hey! the mirth that was there, The mirth that was there, ...
Air — "Loch Erroch Side."'Twas on a simmer's afternoon,A wee afore the sun gaed doun,A lassie wi' a braw new ...
As beautiful Kitty one morning was trippingWith a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine,When she saw ...
Wrapt in stole of sable grain,With Fogs and DULLNESS in my train,Which damp my voice, and shade my brows,Behold an ...
The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,No doubt she is witty and pretty,But in Ireland I have never been,So can't judge ...
kitty. sixteen,5'1",white,prostitute. ducking always the touch of must and shall, whose slippery body is Death's littlest pal, skilled in quick ...
"IKITTY'S LAUGHTHY laugh's a song an oriole trilled, Romping in glee the sky,- Sunshine in lucent drops distilled, ...
Wolf has turned to house-dog,Tiger-cat tom kitty,Timid horse to charger,Or drayhorse in the city;Stones are raised to steeples,Iron floats at ...
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
Beneath the deep veranda's shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch -- alas! -- Another ...
The flyer at the store a new zoo in town I loaded up my monster truck Almost ran over the ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, in underpants of blotting paper, and, like balloons, the Antiworlds hang up above him in ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters Always out of office hours running with her social ...
Here in my heart I am Helen; I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least. I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de ...
When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow, And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, ...
Our trees are aspens, but people mistake them for birches; they think of us as characters in a Russian novel, ...
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