Casey at the Bat (Ernest Lawrence Thayer Poems)
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but one inning ...
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but one inning ...
He had three sons and they, all three,When called, for the encampment left;So the poor father was bereftOf rest and ...
I can not recall his heyday; for I knew him in the dayWhen his curly hair had thinned a bit, ...
Like as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous,Up on a mountain height, and ...
Within the wooded avenue I stood, And I was proud.I looked upon the scene and found it good; For here, ...
Now little Nils Finn had away to go;The skis were too loose at both heel and toe. —"That's too bad!" ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but one inning ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar, With pipe in mouth and mug in hand ...
Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at ...
The further the little girl leaped and ran, The further she longed to be; The white, white fields of jonquil ...
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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