Metabole. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
On one fine but fatal morning in the early Eocene, Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig a hole:First ...
In early, prehistoric days, before the reign of Man,When neolithic Nature fashioned things upon a planThat was large as it ...
Read ye here the song as sung By a chief named, briefly, Ung.In the days when arguments were manly ...
There was once a little animal,No bigger than a fox,And on five toes he scamperedOver Tertiary rocks.They called him Eohippus,And ...
Behold the mighty dinosaur,Famous in prehistoric lore,Not only for his weight and length,But for his intellectual strength.You will observe by ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
We are very slightly changed From the semi-apes who ranged India's Prehistoric clay; He that drew the longest bow Ran ...
We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah ...
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
All roads that lead to God are good. What matters it, your faith, or mine? Both centre at the goal ...
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame ...
I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick ...
Ye lovers of the picturesque, away, away! To beautiful Comrie and have a holiday; Aud bask in the sunahine and ...
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