Rabelais (Alexander Anderson Poems)
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
Supposed to have been written under the Ruins ofRufus's Castle, among the remains of the ancientChurch on the Isle of ...
I am the Judge, the flower of the law,Bolstered in, privileged, all men's awe;When I am pleased to display my ...
A slave is-what? A thing that's got Nothing, and that alone! His time-his wife- And e'en his life, He dare ...
The street looks like eternal Sunday.Lightly summerhouse rests against summerhouse.Chauffeurs wheel by grandly.Three fine citizens glide by quietly.A song flies ...
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
Every morning the sad girl brings her three sheep and two lambs laggardly to the top of the valley, past ...
A legal argument, brick by brick, in Testimony from many witnesses those who knew him, his blood, his kin, named ...
Office memorandum Legal writing Predicting Discussion, relevant facts Building blocks Inevitable conclusion Weighing pros and cons Seeing both sides, My ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cavities you ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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