The Trout (Amy Lowell Poem)
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
Christ has been done to death in the cold reaches of northern Europe a thousand thousand times. Suddenly bread and ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
(A. D. 1066) I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, To take from England fief and fee; But ...
Prophets have honour all over the Earth, Except in the village where they were born, Where such as knew them ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
As a boy, reserved and naughty; As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty; As a man, for action inclined; As ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv ...
Four-letter word JAZZ: naughty, sexy, cerebral, but solarplexy. (James A. Emanuel)
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
The seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of ...
THE seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of ...
When all the women in the transport had their heads shaved four workmen with brooms made of birch twigs swept ...
Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman, And he lived in London town; His wife she was a good kind soul, And ...
My Babbles has a nasty knack Of keeping monkeys on her back. A great big black one comes and swings ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
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