Pan In The Park (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
"AS I sit on a log here in the woods among the clean-faced beeches, The trunks of the trees seem ...
Little Master Mischievous, that's the name for you; There's no better title that describes the things you do: Into something ...
The British guns have spoken And Bill may lose his crown, The German line is broken, ...
I say, as one who never fearedThe wrath of a subscriber's bullet,I pity him who has a beardBut has no ...
AS a little child whom his mother has chidden,Wrecked in the dark in a storm of weeping,Sleeps with his tear-stained ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
In his travels he comes to a bridge made entirely of bones. Before crossing he writes a letter to his ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
"Tie stille, barn min! Imorgen kommer Fin, Fa'er din, Og gi'er dich Esbern Snares öine og hjerte at lege med!" ...
Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! ...
The poker lost, poor Susan storm'd, And all the rites of rage perform'd; As scolding, crying, swearing, sweating, Abusing, fidgetting, ...
Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing; I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod; The rich loam upturning ...
I asked of ancient gaffers three The way of their ripe living, And this is what they told to me ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
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