Roscoe Purkapile (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
She loved me. Oh! how she loved me!I never had a chance to escapeFrom the day she first saw me.But ...
She loved me. Oh! how she loved me!I never had a chance to escapeFrom the day she first saw me.But ...
He ran away and was gone for a year.When he came home he told me the silly storyOf being kidnapped ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship-- Steamed to ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
Edward Teach was a native of Bristol, and sailed from that port On board a privateer, in search of sport, ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
He ran away and was gone for a year. When he came home he told me the silly story Of ...
She loved me. Oh! how she loved me! I never had a chance to escape From the day she first ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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