The Ballad Of The Only Love (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Oh, have you been to Rio Grande, or yet to 'Frisco town,Or west away to Mobile Bay where they roll ...
Oh, have you been to Rio Grande, or yet to 'Frisco town,Or west away to Mobile Bay where they roll ...
As the shifting sands of the desert Are born by the simoon's wrath,And in wanton and fleet confusion, Are strewn ...
Avoid, if possible, th' impertinenceOf those who prostitute their eloquence:Who with a long harangue from desk or stageBoth the rich ...
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I save to love's self alone.Were you not lovely I ...
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I am save to love's self alone.Were you not lovely ...
You really can't imagine how I love the ancient Greeks.I love the dancing language where their mobile spirit speaks.I love ...
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
Without walls, just the tent the place of the meeting for the people where God lived before the Temple before ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Words today are how'd you say, in sad retreat, or obsolete? They slide around conducting sound, deferent to moving ground ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
For quick mental hygiene, the snail's my white mobile clinic, Dr. Hoodoo inside. Seriously. The snail's my man. He's shy, ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
Poems do not always satisfy the soul, The feel of cobbles underfoot is at this moment more Than all of ...
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when ...
Religions are poems. They concert our daylight and dreaming mind, our emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture into the only ...
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu. Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini, Et certant foliis ...
III OH, THINK not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love's self alone. Were you ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
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