Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Money – Mourning) (Henry Baker Poems)
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
While some affect the sun, and some the shade.Some flee the city, some the hermitage;Their aims as various, as the ...
I ain't superstitious,But dis I sho' do know,Dat ef a rooster walks his se'f upEn crows right in y'o do',Dar's ...
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
To give is to love,To give prodigiously:For every drop of waterTo return a torrent.We were made that way,Made to scatterSeeds ...
I wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked boywho perched in the branches of the old branch library.He spent the ...
Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse, Of Friends unkind, and empty Purse: Plagues worse than fill'd ...
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, ...
Who's that I hear?-It's me-Who?-Your heartHanging on by the thinnest threadI lose all my strength, substance, and fluidWhen I see ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Who's that I hear?-It's me-Who?-Your heart Hanging on by the thinnest thread I lose all my strength, substance, and fluid ...
Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my ...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isabel, didn't care; The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous, The bear's big ...
Two statesmen met by moonlight. Their ease was partly feigned. They glanced about the prairie. Their faces were constrained. In ...
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