The Little Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
to John Logan 1I wonder how many old men last winterHungry and frightened by namelessness prowledThe Mississippi shoreLashed blind by the ...
WHY linger round the sunken wrecksWhere old Armadas found their graves?Why slumber on the sleepy decksWhile foam and clash the ...
Thunder-browed and shaggy-throatedAll the men were there,And the women with the hairThat is the raven's and the rook's despair.Winds awoke, ...
O come and be my mate! said the Eagle to the Hen, "I love to soar, but ...
The sky in the garden that night after Passover how it must have seemed foreboding tension in the air, thick ...
In the darkness, the garden the betrayer prowling the night time running down praying, sleep heavy staking the garden the ...
He prowled the room Around the table Intent Focused Body bent, contorted To make this shot and the next, already ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
I You buy my freedom with your love. With every book you catalogue or stamp My imagination hacks a strand ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and ...
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
HUNGRY for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; The evening crowd was clamoring ...
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