Circumstanti (Ellis Parker Butler Poems)
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke);She thinks all men quite stupid are, (But ...
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke);She thinks all men quite stupid are, (But ...
159A little bread - a crust - a crumb -A little trust - a demijohn -Can keep the soul alive ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that ...
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb -- A little trust -- a demijohn -- Can keep the ...
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
RVdely thou wrongest my deare harts desire, In finding fault with her too portly pride: the thing which I doo ...
LOe where she comes along with portly pace, Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East, Arysing forth to run ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was ...
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation scene, At Christmas, in ...
Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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