The Akond of Swat (Edward Lear Poem)
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i' the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
Three nails sit, quietly on the top of the cabinet next to the stack, bible, devotionals, reading to do, by ...
I pray she finds him by her side walking that dusty road With the disciples on the road to Emmaus ...
Dear God, creator of heaven and earth, we thank you for this beautiful day, for your gifts you heap on ...
Drop the net, the catch, the boats leave them moored, or adrift leave family, home, safety, comfort responsibility, life as ...
Other faiths, our traditions understanding them, spending time with them, lessons we can all learn we are walking, in their ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- ...
The Sun retired to a cloud A Woman's shawl as big -- And then he sulked in mercury Upon a ...
Summer begins to have the look Peruser of enchanting Book Reluctantly but sure perceives A gain upon the backward leaves ...
Shame is the shawl of Pink In which we wrap the Soul To keep it from infesting Eyes -- The ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the ...
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
I wish I had not got a cold, The wind is big and wild, I wish that I was very ...
"It is cold outside, you will need a coat-- What! this old Arabian shawl! Bind it about your head and ...
"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?" -Surely it is not I she's wanting; Someone living ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A ...
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