The Singular Sangfroid Of Baby Bunting (Guy Wetmore Carryl Poems)
Batholomew Benjamin BuntingHad only three passions in life,And one of the trio was hunting,The others his babe and his wife.And ...
Batholomew Benjamin BuntingHad only three passions in life,And one of the trio was hunting,The others his babe and his wife.And ...
That Norah O'Neill is a sthreel,*And I'm talking the way that I feel,With her dowdy old hat, and her hair ...
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some ...
The typical tidal range, or difference in sea level between high and low tides, in the open ocean is about ...
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman's overalls on. I ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Early morning Crisp Air Gray ridged bark Green lawn, leaf clutter underfoot Wisps of fog off the pond Green trees ...
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us The enchantless Pod When we advertise existence For the missing Seed -- Maddest ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
From out her shabby rain-coat pocket The little Jew girl in the train Produced a dinted silver locket With pasted ...
The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head; The little room where you and ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it ...
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