Sonnet XIII “I Thank You, Kind and Best Beloved Friend” (Henry Timrod Poems)
I thank you, kind and best belov'ed friend,With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,When, for some gentle favor, ...
I thank you, kind and best belov'ed friend,With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,When, for some gentle favor, ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
To Churchill's Sermons. The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers Churchill left behind ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMESIt was Andrew Jackson Sutter who, despising Mr. Cutter for remarks he heard him utter in debate ...
So she's here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train,And you really believe she would know you ...
Old women say that men don't knowThe pain through which all mothers go,And maybe that is true, and yetI vow ...
There's a stretcher coming down there lads,stand back and give them room,We move close to the edge of the muddy ...
I am not hypercritical on points of punctuation; A misplaced comma now and then is surely not a sin;I overlook ...
Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair,Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare?"Why are my eyelids so open and wild?"Only ...
THOU! whom Prosperity has always ledO'er level paths, with moss and flow'rets strewn;For whom she still prepares a downy bedWith ...
Would that we were like the rich man at the end of our days sitting pitiful in our finery surrounded ...
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
a) an old and rusty slide made derelict by one's misplaced innocence b) I'll recognize him once I see his ...
THE SENTENCE Perhaps I can make it plain by analogy. Imagine a machine, not yet assembled, Each part being quite ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed ...
I discover myself misplaced winding through everlasting paths. I don't belong at this point. Yet, I yearn to feel, taste ...
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