Hans Breitmann’s Christmas (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
ID vas on Weihnachtsabend - Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call- Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik Hall; ...
ID vas on Weihnachtsabend - Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call- Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik Hall; ...
WE have other tales for telling, we have other songs to sing, Who have looped the planet's waters in a ...
VOT gollops at mitnight, Mit h'roolah and yell, Like der teufel's wild yager Boorst loose out of hell? Vot cleams ...
THE wraiths of murdered hopes and loves Come whispering at the door, Come creeping through the weeping mist That drapes ...
The Blue and the Gray collided one day In the future great town of Missouri, And if all that ...
John Company's ships, they sailed the seas —The Merchant's Hope and the Trade's Increase ,Globe and Dragon and Hector too,Thames ...
I'm mad about music,As mad as can be;There's no one much madderOn music than me.I'm nuts about Chopin,I'm crackers on ...
The Bee is not afraid of me.I know the Butterfly.The pretty people in the WoodsReceive me cordially-The Brooks laugh louder ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my ...
The lonesome for they know not What -- The Eastern Exiles -- be -- Who strayed beyond the Amber line ...
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -- The Thought to be alive -- Anonymous Delight to know -- And ...
The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
What is my name to you? 'T will die: a wave that has but rolled to reach with a lone ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
A weary mother returned from the store, Lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year ...
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