May (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?The man behind the book may not be man,His own man or ...
Oh! the horns are all a-tootin' as we rattle through the town,And we fellers are a-hootin' and a-jumpin' up and ...
When I was bound apprentice, and learned to use my hands,Folk never talked of measures that came from foreign lands:Now ...
IA revelation came on Jane,The widow of a labouring swain:And first her body trembled sharp,Then all the woman was a ...
Neaw lads where ar yo beawn so fast,Yo happun ha no yerd whot's past;Au gettun wed sin au'r here last, ...
Why stay we at home, now the season is come!Jolly lads let us liquor our throats;Our interest we wrong, if ...
Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale,Drawn from an old brown bottle;I feel as if a summer mornWas running down my ...
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
Fiddler John he used to dwellA long while since, so I've heard tell,In an old thatched house with a leaning ...
? caution tous amants sont sujets:Cette maxime en ma t?te est ?crite.Point n'ai de foi pour leurs tourments secrets;Point aupr?s ...
Yer honor, please! the prisoner said, "It isn't wot you think.To look on wine when it is red Or alco'olic ...
The hippo from the banks of Nile,How wide and winning is the smileWith which he does his simple bestIn hippo ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
They have vanished, the pop men with their varnished crates Of Tizer and dandy, American ice-cream soda and one percent ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
There's nothing here sublime, But just a roving rhyme, Run off to pass the time, With nought titanic in. The ...
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen ...
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