The Plague In The Forest (John Quincy Adams Poems)
Time was, when round the lion's den,A peopled city raised its head;'Twas not inhabited by men,But by four-footed beasts instead.The ...
Time was, when round the lion's den,A peopled city raised its head;'Twas not inhabited by men,But by four-footed beasts instead.The ...
We shan't see Willy any more, Mamie,He won't be coming any more:He came back once and again and again,But he ...
'And even our women,' lastly grumbles Ben,'Leaving their nature, dress and talk like men!'A damsel, as our train stops at ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchenI study my father's embarrassed young man's face.Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand ...
A flower, when it is November. Seems sheepish in the bloom. A shadow was cast on the ground As austerely as dice. Pilgrims on ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
I sing of horrors sad and dreadfull rage, Of stratagems wrought in the former age, Contagious vice, and in conclusion, ...
He was a Glug of simple charm;He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fell On all ...
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron handRules house and home. Like a peevish gnome He barks each curt ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill; I've sneaked away from the billet, 'cause ...
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