“Little Jack Janitor” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago thateverything was clear,As if it had been preserved beneath ...
IThe spattering of the rain upon pale terracesOf afternoon is like the passing of a dreamAmid the roses shuddering 'gainst ...
Someday I shall go West,Having won all time to love it in, at last,Too still to boast.But when I smell ...
On the coast of Coromandel,Dance they to the tune of Handel;Chorally, that coral coastCorrelates the bone to ghost,Till word and ...
A young dancer lies near the heartOf the hoary world. A phonographScratches through a finished recordRustling like the wind. And ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
Original Urdu tum jo naa aa'e the to har chiiz vahii thii kih jo haiaasmaaN hadd-e-nazar, raahguzar raahguzar, shiishaah-e-mai,shiishaah-e-maiaur ab ...
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
I have lacquered my teeth to find a husband.And I have need of a wife.Give me a kiss and they ...
OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl,Where a cold blue water-color standsI see the wintry breakers rollAnd heave their froth ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond their rippling held in a moveless ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
O my beloved city, How many times have I deserted you For the sights and sounds of Babylon? How often ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
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