The Lay of a Golden Goose (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made-- For, if you should a needle want It ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too? The window giving on shade, Is ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion And on the opposite hill I am searching for ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I'm concerned They are all surgeons. All of them. They ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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