Stinkomalee triumphans (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
WHENE'ER with pitying eye I viewEach operative sot in town.I smile to think how wondrous fewGet drunk who study at ...
WHENE'ER with pitying eye I viewEach operative sot in town.I smile to think how wondrous fewGet drunk who study at ...
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted faceIn film of varnish brightly fixedAnd through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,Sunday at noon through ...
On the coast of Coromandel,Dance they to the tune of Handel;Chorally, that coral coastCorrelates the bone to ghost,Till word and ...
By an alien dream despatched and drivenIn a land to strange stars given,Stars that summoned forth the moon,Singing a strange ...
In the rain-darkness,the sunsetbeing sheathed i sitand think of you the holycity which is your faceyour little cheeks the streetsof ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
Her pirouette caught, held captive spinning around the invisible cord her arms akimbo, bent up to her chin her leg, ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Bright sari in a darkened street - the lilting grey of Yorkshire sky; rust requiems for demolished mills - repeating ...
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
Although I have never learned to mow I suddenly found myself half-way through last year's pea-sticks and cauliflower stalks in ...
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