British Georgics. December (James Grahame Poems)
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
I had rather write one word upon the rockOf ages than ten thousand in the sand.The rock of ages! lo ...
With Charles the Fifth art thou acquainted, reader?Of Ferdinand and Isabel the grandson,In ages past of Europe's realms file leader,Among ...
Observe the dying father speak:Try, lads, can you this bundle break?Then bids the youngest of the sixTake up a well-bound ...
Too far for you to seeThe fluke and the foot-rot and the fat maggotGnawing the skin from the small bones,The ...
Young Cloe, frolicksome and gay,Was reading, once upon a Day,How Jove, as Ovid's Lines record(And Ladies will take Ovid's Word)Us'd ...
I lived, but then in living I was feeble in life andalways knew that they would bury me here in ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Sal was a sobstuff sisterOn the pictures she'd shed tears galoreHer tears fell in torrents, and the band at the ...
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,And drink in the two milked crags,The merriest marrow and the dregsBefore the ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he can Clearly ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
FIRST when Maggie was my care, Heav'n, I thought, was in her air, Now we're married-speir nae mair, But whistle ...
1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road-lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, ...
Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as ...
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles In children's circuses could stay their troubles? There was a time ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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