The Akond of Swat (Edward Lear Poem)
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
1 Only today and just for this minute, when the sunslant finds its true angle, you can see yellow and ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Like those who climbed Everest happy, on the mountain standing on the snow bank looking at the others The three ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I HAE been at Crookieden, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, Viewing Willie and his men, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
See the waters of the Yellow River leap down from Heaven, Roll away to the deep sea and never turn ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
'Twas on the 16th of October, in the year 1894, I was invited to Inverness, not far from the sea ...
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an hour Or more at ...
How did you feel, you libertarians, Who spent your talents rallying noble reasons Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was ...
Now's the time when children's noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
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