The Truckers (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
THE change of food enjoyment is to man;In this, t'include the woman is my plan.I cannot guess why Rome will ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man;In this, t'include the woman is my plan.I cannot guess why Rome will ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
Lobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleLobbin Clout.Thy younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake,No thrustles shrill the bramble-bush forsakeNo chirping lark the welkin ...
MONDAY, OR, THE SQUABBLELobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleCUDDYHold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise.Lo ...
No song is this of leaf and bird,And gracious waters flowing;I'm sick at heart, for I have heardBig Billy Vickers ...
ANTONIA What did you see? Tell me, please!NANNA In the cell I saw four sisters, the General, and the three ...
Little linnet,--stop a minnit,-- Let me have a tawk with thee:Tell me what this life has in it, Maks thee seem so ...
That all from Adam first began,None but ungodly Whiston doubts,And that his son and his son's sonWere all but ploughmen, ...
_Hark! Hark!The dogs do bark!It's the socialists come to town,None in rags and none in tags,Swaggering up and down_.Sunday morning,And ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
Bicycle, my bicycle, that liest where I lie, I've merely strained a tendon, but your time has come to die. ...
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And ...
we say blame the teachers don't we send our young to school to be taught the simple rules for decent ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
"Who is it that this dark night Underneath my window plaineth?" 'It is one who from thy sight Being, ah! ...
we are succulents our cool jade arms open over clean tables our fine bone china minds pull the strings of ...
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