Chicago Castanets (George Ade Poems)
Through all the moving thoroughfares And in the contending marts of trade; Within the babbling magazines and Even as I ...
Through all the moving thoroughfares And in the contending marts of trade; Within the babbling magazines and Even as I ...
I've had a whirl at games of chance From Bombay 'round to Cork,I've sensed the ways of high finance ...
On life's broad fields, whate'er we sow, 'Tis certain we shall reap; The watching scribes, above, below, ...
'Above the Senates brawl - the maddening roar for gain, Do you hear the Christmas Carol - the felons clanking ...
My heart is full of inarticulate pain,And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looksInvade my sanctuary. Men of gain,Wise in success, well-read ...
I nigh drops dead (the bo'sun said) When the gist of things I gripIn the land by these 'ere Southern ...
This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the ...
I LIKE the dream days best of all,The hollyhocks against the wall;The rambler roses blushing red,The blue skies bending overhead,With ...
I love to tread the solitudes,The forests and the trackless woods,Where nature, undisturbed by man,Pursues her voluntary plan.Where nature's chemistry ...
O, Canada, our lives we pledge to thee,Our hearts and hands, to set thy people free;A land of calm and ...
1.THEY soon grow old who grope for goldIn marts where all is bought and sold;Who live for self, and on ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
(I) if you can't scientifically explain it dawkins says it has no value - some hope inside the mechanical framework ...
Tulge meid päästa kõik Messias on tõusnud Räägi kogu maailmale 31. märts 2010 Lihavõtted Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, ...
Kom til frelse os alle Messias er steget Fortæl hele verden 31 marts 2010 Påske Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
I'd rather have my verses win A place in common people's hearts, Who, toiling through the strife and din Of ...
I'm pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes. So long I've peered 'twixt iron bars, ...
ASHES of soldiers! As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought, Lo! the war resumes-again to my sense your ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
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