Charm, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The morning glory also turns out not to be my friend. (Matsuo Basho)
A monk sips morning tea, it's quiet, the chrysanthemum's flowering. (Matsuo Basho)
A snowy morning-- by myself, chewing on dried salmon. (Matsuo Basho)
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
Oh servant Henry lectured till the crows commenced and then he bulbed his voice & lectured on some more. This ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
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