Meddlesome Matty (Ann Taylor Poems)
One ugly trick has often spoil'd The sweetest and the best; Matilda, though a pleasant child, One ugly trick possess'd, ...
One ugly trick has often spoil'd The sweetest and the best; Matilda, though a pleasant child, One ugly trick possess'd, ...
"AUTHOR. Good morning, sir, I'm come to sell A work, perhaps may suit you well; 'Tis styl'd the Gamester, and ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree,And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" -A very provoking, ...
A MARINER at eventide Pushed his light boat from the land,I saw him pass the boiling surge And ...
It is something in this darker dream demented to have wrestled with its pleasure and its pain: it is ...
Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know for whom a tear you shed, Death's self ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
A child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel Epitaphs: ii WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, ...
Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self ...
As the first trumpet blew, I saw hail and fire, mingled with blood too. It was cast to the ground, ...
As part of life, part of healing, of the measure of the prayer being forgiven, as we ourselves forgive One ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
I had for my winter evening walk-- No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages ...
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended--- The ball I wrote was to be; And oh! it was perfectly splendid--- If ...
One ugly trick has often spoil'd The sweetest and the best; Matilda, though a pleasant child, One ugly trick possess'd, ...
Blind Peter Piper used to play All up and down the city; I'd often meet him on my way, And ...
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why Of my old, silly sweetness ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still Thy silver passages of sacred lands, ...
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