The Trench That Fritz Built (Abner Cosens Poems)
This is the trench that Fritz built. This is the Hun who lay in the trench that Fritz built. ...
This is the trench that Fritz built. This is the Hun who lay in the trench that Fritz built. ...
Dere is some tings not right in dis schrap, For dose English and French don't fight fair ...
LAURELS, bring laurels, sheaves on sheaves, Till England's boughs are bare of leaves! Soon comes the flower more ...
Star and coronal and bell April underfoot renews,And the hope of man as well Flowers among the morning dews.Now the ...
Good Reader yeld thy listing earelet hart and minde be prest,For thinges right wondrous thou shalt heareand learne to choose ...
Mans life's a Tragedy: his mothers womb(From which he enters) is the tyring room;This spacious earth the Theater; and the ...
A moth, I thogh, munching a word.How marvellously weird! a wormDigesting a mans sayings - A sneakthief nibbling in the ...
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
Cool Morning spit on bladed grass. A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes. The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair. ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try; To found our tales on what we can rely; Th' experiment repeatedly ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
I am the Raven con of the world spirit of blood and mire; signal to the death, the awakening before ...
The window opens to a ledge. There is a great darkness coming. The betrayers of lineage. Their savior walking across ...
Though Death to good men be the greatest boone, I dare not think this Lady dyde so soone. She should ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
GReat wrong I doe, I can it not deny, to that most sacred Empresse my dear dred, not finishing her ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
God in the *great *assembly stands *Bagnadath-el Of Kings and lordly States, Among the gods* on both his hands. *Bekerev. ...
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