True Love (Judith Viorst Poems)
It is true love becauseI put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of ...
It is true love becauseI put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of ...
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many ...
WITH a whirl of thoughts oppress'd, I sunk from reverie to rest. A horrid vision seized my head, I saw the graves give ...
Here lies King James, who did so propagateUnto the World that blest and quiet stateWherein his Subjects liv'd, he seem'd ...
After eating lunch, I feel so sleepy.Waking later, I sip two bowls of tea,then notice shadows aslant, the sunalready low ...
For give me, fair One, nor resentThe Lines to you I lately sent.They seem, as if your Form you priz'd,And ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
ELLA kept anxious vigil by the bed: How strange it is to watch through creeping hours A face which was ...
. Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood—the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, ...
Within the precincts of this yard,Each in his narrow confines barred,Dwells every beast that can be foundOn Afric or on ...
I only said this German planHad points, remarked the small, meek man. "I merely said an extra wife Might add ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Like Time's insidious wrinkle On a beloved Face We clutch the Grace the tighter Though we resent the crease The ...
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that ...
It is true love because I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues ...
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