To Ligurinus (Eugene Field Poems)
O Cruel fair, Whose flowing hair The envy and the pride of all is, As onward ...
O Cruel fair, Whose flowing hair The envy and the pride of all is, As onward ...
"The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary. To read it ...
Upon my parchment, sadly old,The record lives of Summer's gold;And in my veins there lingers nowThe joy of Spring's awakening ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and ...
In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song - a song that lives In the seed of ...
On the Fourth and all year long we must never forget the words on that parchment so long ago Our ...
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
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