Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things (William Ernest Henley Poem)
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellowly, and ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
Well, they talk of woolly-bear caterpillars which is it, wide brown or wide orange stripes or maybe it is when ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
RECORDERS ages hence! Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior-I will tell you what to say of ...
A middle-northern March, now as always- gusts from the South broken against cold winds- but from under, as if a ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After ...
"I think I want some pies this morning," Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning; So down he threw his slate ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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