Sir Evergreen (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
Argument:The man in the wilderness asked meHow many strawberries grow in the sea;And I answered him as I thought good,As ...
Argument:The man in the wilderness asked meHow many strawberries grow in the sea;And I answered him as I thought good,As ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARETHANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatterNever rang'd in a forest, or ...
I once did know a Turkish manWhom I upon a two-pair-back met,His name it was EFFENDI KHANBACKSHEESH PASHA BEN ALLAH ...
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes,To populate the stinking cat you walkThe promontory ...
Through salt marsh, grassy channel where the shark'sA rumor &mdash lean, alongside &mdash rides out boat;For of us off with ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:And, pressing a troop unable to stoopAnd see the rogues ...
WHILE he is mark'd by vision clearWho fathoms Nature's treasures,The man may follow, void of fear,Who her proportions measures.Though for ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pews,While the parsons preach and outward pour, In divers ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a roomFor love or money. Let us picnic thereAt Audley Court.' I ...
Why shouldest Thou be as a wayfaring man, thatturneth aside to tarry for a night? — Jer. xiv. 8.Nay, do ...
this fear of being what they are:dead. at least they are not out on the street, theyare careful to stay ...
WHILE he is mark'd by vision clear Who fathoms Nature's treasures, The man may follow, void of fear, Who her ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
There is a child I used to know who sat, perhaps, at this same desk where you sit now, and ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough from Virginia's aged tree, And none of the county ...
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
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