Birdofredum Sawin, Esq., To Mr. Hosea Biglow (1) (James Russell Lowell Poems)
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
At An Extrumpery Caucus In State Street, Reported By Mr. H. BiglowNo? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin ...
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--'Taint a knowin' kind o' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;Put ...
A young gazelle there is in the tribe, dark-lipped, fruit-shaking,flaunting a double necklace of pearls and topazes,holding aloof, with the ...
As if heaven openedin a downpour of scabs and cursesthat washed my blessings offand made me stand before you naked.Loneliness ...
Neither doth any one here seek to avail himself of my abilities and experience,Nor are the capabilities of this country's ...
When fo' yeahs yo've been er tryin''N' de thing fo' wh't yer tries,Ez yo' reach yer han' ter t'ke it,Des ...
To the memory of Frank Littlehanged at MidnightI Six men drove up to his house at midnight, and woke the ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
Can vei la lauzeta moverde joi sas alas contra.l rai,que s'oblid' e.s laissa chazer per la doussor c'al cor li ...
Can l'erba fresch'e.lh folha pare la flors boton'el verjane.l rossinhols autet e clarleva sa vots e mou so chan,joi ai ...
O, sweet slight friendWho frolics freeO'er cactus plainOr sandy lee, No one can lonelyLong remainWhile hearkening toThy blithe refrain When ...
Alle avait, sous sa toque d'martre,Sur la butt'Montmartre,Un p'tit air innocent;On l'app'lait Rose, alle ?tait belle,A sentait bon la fleur ...
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheartI thought that life was radiant because of youWhy complain of worldly ...
Translated From the Pus'hto of Muhammad Din Tilai (Afghans, nineteenth century).Come, my beloved! And I say again: Come, my beloved!The ...
Translated From the Pus'hto of Mirza Rahchan Kayil (Afghans, nineteenth century)When you lie with me and love me,You give me ...
Weak but alive dying yet still alive huge eyes round like golf balls white as bones Bony framed fleshless Pus ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
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