Das Krist Kindel (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
EYES always open eyesonions we were all found undereyes never in a hurry wait for meblink at the smash preserve ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs, My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture Of mink. A little ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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