The Double Transformati (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
Secluded from domestic strife,Jack Book-worm led a college life;A fellowship at twenty-fiveMade him the happiest man alive;He drank his glass ...
Secluded from domestic strife,Jack Book-worm led a college life;A fellowship at twenty-fiveMade him the happiest man alive;He drank his glass ...
Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurksAnd a broken sky-line looming like unfinished railway works,And a ...
For my people everywhere singing their slave songsrepeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their bluesand jubilees, praying their prayers ...
What man would live coffined with brick and stone, Imprisoned from the healing touch of air, And cramped with selfish landmarks everywhere,When ...
Take now a country mood, Resolve, distil it: - Nine Acre swaying alive, June flowers that fill it, Spicy sweet-briar bush, The uneasy wren Fluttering from ...
With broken wing they limped across the skycaught in late sunlight, with their gunner dead,one engine gone,- the type was ...
Forty Years AfterCOMRADE, yet a little further I would go before the nightCloses round and chills in darkness all the ...
Ten Little Slackers Ten little slackers standing in a line, One went to U. S., then there were ...
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,And the breezes come bringing ...
I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,So quiet it seems after ...
The cows stood in a thunder-cloud of fliesAs, lagging through the field with trailing feet,I kicked up scores of skipper ...
"When He comes!My sweetest 'When'!"C. ROSSETTI.Thus may it be (I thought) at someday's close,Some lilac-haunted eve, when every roseBreathes forth ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,I will lead you away ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were ...
Groping along the tunnel, step by step, He winked his prying torch with patching glare From side to side, and ...
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
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