Phantasmagoria CANTO V ( Byckerment ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
When worst got things, how was you? Steady on? Wheedling, or shockt her & you have been bad to your ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
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