A Pat On The Back (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
A PAT on the back is a wonderful thing, It gives a man courage to whistle and sing; When hope ...
A PAT on the back is a wonderful thing, It gives a man courage to whistle and sing; When hope ...
Well I remember him -- Big Jack Herrington; Big Jack, the lumper, tanned and honest-eyed,The clean, straight limbs of him,The ...
Daar sou ek vrede weer besefWaar Tebes in die stil woestynSy magtig' rotswerk hoog verhefEn Mara in die sand verdwyn;Waar ...
Midsummer noon: and the timbered wallsstart in the heat;and the children sag listlessly over the desks,with bloodless faces oozing sweatsipped ...
Drie verse uit "Die Tuin van Proserpina"Die Juigende, die Sterke -Die dood sal hom ook raak;Nooit sal hy vlieg met ...
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!Thy mists that roll and rise!Thy woods this ...
Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
W'en daih's chillun in de house, Dey keep on a-gittin' tall; But de folks don' seem to see Dat dey's ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the ...
O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with ...
Through eyelet holes I watched the crowd Rain of confetti fling; Their joy is lush, their laughter loud, For Carnival ...
But yesterday I banked on fistic fame, Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring. Today I've half a mind ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! ...
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