The Limit (Franklin Pierce Adams Poems)
While I hold as superficial him who has his young initial Neatly graven on his Turkish cigarette,Such a bit of ...
While I hold as superficial him who has his young initial Neatly graven on his Turkish cigarette,Such a bit of ...
LET those who're fond of idle tricks,Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks,And all that sort of fun,Now hear a tale ...
Sure, they get stubborn at times; they worry and fret us a lot,But I'd rather be crossed by a ...
To The Freed Colored People: Will you, will you be colonized?Will you, will you be colonized? 'Tis a land that ...
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land -Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!A snug little berth in that ship I ...
Ma says no, it's too much care An' it will scatter germs an' hair, An' it's a nuisance through and ...
Go slow, you raving ass, go slow,And do not cut your corners so;For there's a citizen aheadWho will not help ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land - Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Let those who're fond of idle tricks, Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks, And all that sort of fun, Now ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Pedlar's coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don't you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has ...
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the ...
I. The Minor Poet His little trills and chirpings were his best. No music like the nightingale's was born Within ...
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library, Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bribary, Lean on the counter and ...
A shrimp who sought his lady shrimp Could catch no glimpse Not even a glimp. At times, translucence Is rather ...
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