Astraea: The Balance Of Illusions (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;The time - oh, any time of the yearWill do as well as another; say ...
SOLEMN he paced upon that schooner's deck,And muttered of his hardships: - "I have beenWhere the wild will of Mississippi's ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
A is for Tarsus. The current short skirtsDo not conceal it, which pleases the flirts. B is the letter for ...
SAY not to me:'Cromwell, thou diest.' Save thy timid breath.Do not the wild winds noise it o'er the world?Shall he ...
_Amimitl icuic._ 1. Cotiuana, cotiuana, cali totoch maca huiya yyalimanico,oquixanimanico, tlacochcalico, oua, yya yya, matonicaya, matonicalico,oua yya yo, cana, cana, ...
I am an iconoclast. I delightIn upsetting dignified customs; In seeing their frilled petticoatsAnd pantalettes fluttering,Upturned helplessly to heaven.I like ...
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...
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