Offering (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small token, a tithe, or less given to the provider, the creator in acknowledgement of the provided; a living ...
A small token, a tithe, or less given to the provider, the creator in acknowledgement of the provided; a living ...
It was black, 3-speed, bought with paper route money and it had a banana seat. How proud I was of ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars ...
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame By Transporter Bridge ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
Some -- Work for Immortality -- The Chiefer part, for Time -- He -- Compensates -- immediately -- The former ...
What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits' trends, the 'World Game' French were trashed by Versace and petulance, ...
I love you in the morning and at the setting of the sun And in the hours of darkness before ...
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
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