The Pobble Who Has No Toes (Edward Lear Poem)
The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said "Some day you may lose ...
The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said "Some day you may lose ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
THE two were silent in a sunless church, Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones, And wasted carvings passed antique research; And ...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Morns like these -- we parted -- Noons like these -- she rose -- Fluttering first -- then firmer To ...
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain ...
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
HERE where the loves of others close The vision of my heart begins. The wisdom that within us grows Is ...
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
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