Lines Addressed To Rev. D— G—, B.A. (Janet Hamilton Poems)
My friend, late found, yet not the less approved,Thy zealous labours in the work belovedOf earnest teaching—'midst thy toils and ...
My friend, late found, yet not the less approved,Thy zealous labours in the work belovedOf earnest teaching—'midst thy toils and ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
ASH on de Alapama biz, Deep sinnin long I sat, I dinks von ding for dinkin Py afery Diplomat; Und ...
COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever ...
A SINGER was born in a land of gold, In the time of the long ago And the good fairies ...
Sad is the man who is asked for a story and can't come up with one. His five-year-old son waits ...
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
It always seems, wherever I turn we are the bad guys, the ones in the way the ones asking Him ...
Wow, I found a thesis sentence In my title above. A clear and concise position I can support Here, there, ...
Living inside himself Able to be at peace In cramped quarters Defined a part Only in the Service for a ...
FUCK ME I'm all screwed up so FUCK ME. FUCK ME and take out the garbage feed the cat and ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
All folks who pretend to religion and grace, Allow there's a HELL, but dispute of the place: But, if HELL ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
There comes a time in every man's life when he thinks: I have never had a single original thought in ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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