A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight -- Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy ...
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
Summer has two Beginnings -- Beginning once in June -- Beginning in October Affectingly again -- Without, perhaps, the Riot ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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