The Triantiwonti (C J Dennis Poems)
There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy,And it isn't quite a spider, and it isn't quite ...
There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy,And it isn't quite a spider, and it isn't quite ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet songTo my dear little boy at play -Merrily singeth all day long,As it ...
A frail and tenuous mist lingers on baffled and intricate branches;Little gilt leaves are still, for quietness holds every bough;Pools ...
WHEN we on simple rations sup How easy is the washing up! But heavy feeding complicates The task by soiling ...
The red and green kingfishersflash between the orchids and clover,One bird casts its gleam on another.Green vines hang through the ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Under a daisied bank There stands a rich red ruminating cow, And hard against her flank A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear little boy at play - Merrily singeth all day ...
When Etna basks and purrs Naples is more afraid Than when she show her Garnet Tooth -- Security is loud ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
I'm sitting by the fire tonight, The cat purrs on the rug; The room's abrim with rosy light, Suavely soft ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
RIDING against the east, A veering, steady shadow Purrs the motor-call Of the man-bird Ready with the death-laughter In his ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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