Hop-O-My-Thumb (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
I The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere, Waits at the granite milestone. It grows dark. Willows lean by ...
I. Where falls the shadow of the Kofel cross Athwart the Alpine snows, the rose of faith ...
prologueWho shall tell the storyAs it was?Write it with the heart's blood?(Pale ink, alas!)Speak it with the soul's lips,Or be ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
I. Eagle-heart, child-heart, bonnie lad o' dreams, Far away thy soul hears passion-throated Art Singing ...
Oh, the wind from the desert blew in! — KhamsinThe wind from the desert blew in! It blew from the ...
GARDENING is hardeningIn every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,And it strengthens every muscle;It knots up many a ...
We're gittin' so we need againTo see the sproutin' seed again.We've been shut up all winter longWithin our narrow rooms;We're ...
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,And, like a blessing or a curse,They thunder down the formless years,And ring throughout the ...
You came to me bearing bright roses, Red like the wine of your heart; You twisted them into a garland ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
a shriveled, curled leaf fluttered toward the ground as I stood, still, watching its path gliding, curling through the December ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Why should this Negro insolently stride Down the red noonday on such noiseless feet? Piled in his barrow, tawnier than ...
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
Too long and quickly have I lived to vow The woe that stretches me shall never wane, Too often seen ...
You can't be, says a Palestinian Christian on the first feast day after Ramadan. So, half-and-half and half-and-half. He sells ...
Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak! Not yellow eyes in ...
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