Disenchantment Of Death (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
She has gone for ever from earth away, Yet those tiny fingers haunt me still;In the silent night, when the moons ...
Some friends I had, they numbered three —Tom, Lee and Ben; staunch friends were we.O, life was sweet and life ...
Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes:One hand among the deep curls of her brow,I drank the girlhood ...
ACT IV.SCENE I. The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling. To the right, at a table near the ...
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax job I can do it ...
Now i lay(with everywhere around)me(the great dim deep soundof rain;and of always and of nowhere)andwhat a gently welcoming darkestness—now i ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
It's slim and trim and bound in blue; Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold; Its words are simple, ...
I am a mild man, you'll agree, But red my rage is, When folks who borrow books from me Turn ...
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
Because I've eighty years and odd, And darkling is my day, I now prepare to meet my God, And for ...
I could have sold him up because His rent was long past due; And Grimes, my lawyer, said it was ...
The Premier and the Socialist Were walking through the State: They wept to see the Savings Bank Such funds accumulate. ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
Shelves and stacks and shelves of skulls, a Dewey Decimal number inked on each unfurrowed forehead. Here's a skull who, ...
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