Luna Aeternalis (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
By an alien dream despatched and drivenIn a land to strange stars given,Stars that summoned forth the moon,Singing a strange ...
By an alien dream despatched and drivenIn a land to strange stars given,Stars that summoned forth the moon,Singing a strange ...
Primus PastorHaylle, comly and clene! Haylle, yong child!Haylle, maker, as I meyne, of a madn so mylde!Thou has waryd, I ...
ALL women are lovely and radiantly fairIn the magazine pages today,They all have a mop of luxuriant hair,In the magazine ...
When I was only a youngster,Sing: toodle doodlede ootlOle Kate would git her 'arf a pintAnd wouldn't' giv' a damn ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
Arms and the girl I sing - O rare arms that are braceleted and white and bare arms that were ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
The morning sticky moisture coming, rising on my brow my forehead, almost without exertion calling for the tissue to mop ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
To find clues where there are none, That's my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The ...
Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat ...
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had ...
"Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
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