A Matter Of Privacy (C J Dennis Poems)
Ben Bowyang spluttered with rage suppressed, "Hi, there!" And his brow was black,As two by two and three by three ...
Ben Bowyang spluttered with rage suppressed, "Hi, there!" And his brow was black,As two by two and three by three ...
this is the song of mehitabelof mehitabel the alley catas i wrote you before bossmehitabel is a believerin the pythagoreantheory ...
Fly if your pigtail catches fireDive down the nearest sinkRemember if you wash a pancakeIt's underwear's sure to shrink.Once I ...
The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me ...
to Ernesto de Martino Before, if there was a funeral in town, the band would follow, and so did with ...
A moment the wild swallows like a flight Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high, Toss in the windrack ...
Into the woods three huntsmen came,Seeking the white stag for their game.They laid them under a green fir-treeAnd slept, and ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance ...
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
It's not the case, though some might wish it so Who from a window watch the blizzard blow White riot ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
There came a stranger to Walgett town, To Walgett town when the sun was low, And he carried a thirst ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
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