The Lay Of The Lady Lorraine (Carolyn Wells Poems)
The Lady Lorraine was sweet and fair; The Lady Lorraine was young; She had wonderful eyes and glorious hair, And ...
The Lady Lorraine was sweet and fair; The Lady Lorraine was young; She had wonderful eyes and glorious hair, And ...
Now Mr. Jeremiah BaneHe owned a warehouse in The Lane,An edifice of goodly size,Where, with keen private enterprise, He sold ...
From Camoweal to Windywoe, from Windywoe to Thirstyville,We'll drag the line around the map, along the plain, and up the ...
THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs' and the prize-fighters' pal: The mind of a groom And the ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
There was once a little animal,No bigger than a fox,And on five toes he scamperedOver Tertiary rocks.They called him Eohippus,And ...
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (wailing dismally):"Who can deliver us, Lord of our destiny! Out of the depths comes our passionate ...
Coe, Berry-brown! Hie, Thistledown!Make haste; the milking-time is come!The bells are ringing in the town,Tho' all the green hillside is ...
Kanagaroo, Kangaroo! Thou Spirit of Australia, That redeems from utter failure, From perfect desolation, And warrants the creation Of this ...
Your prayers you have said, and you've wished good night: What cause is there yet keeps my darling awake?This throb ...
Should painter attach to a fair human head The thick, turgid neck of a stallion,Or depict a spruce lass with ...
Today I'll sit still.When my dog shuffles over and offers mehis fleas and his soul, I'll turn away.To everything I'll ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
Guard yourself from the terrible empty light of space, the bottomless Pool of the stars. (Expose yourself to it: you ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
WHEN the jury files in to deliver a verdict after weeks of direct and cross examinations, hot clashes of lawyers ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
He didn't want to do it with skill, He'd had enough of skill. If he never saw Another villanelle, it ...
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