Star Light, Star Bright (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Star, that gives a gracious dole,What am I to choose?Oh, will it be a shriven soul,Or little buckled shoes?Shall I ...
Star, that gives a gracious dole,What am I to choose?Oh, will it be a shriven soul,Or little buckled shoes?Shall I ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
In Carleile dwelt King Arthur,A prince of passing might;And there maintain'd his Table Round,Beset with many a knight.And there he ...
The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered brightO'er ...
Father, I gave my gold and gear, Cattle and goods full tale,To save my soul from utter dark: ...
Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker frowned, And his frown was ill to see."Oddsfish!" he spake, "Do I mistake? Stands 'And' ...
In the deep woods of Mexico, Where screams the "painted paraquet," And mocking-birds flit to and fro, ...
"Drift over the sunrise land, Oh, wonderful, wonderful snow!Oh! pure as the breast of a virgin saint, Drift tenderly, ...
Some are laughing, some are weeping;She is sleeping, only sleeping.Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;There the wind is heaping, ...
~'Why was Adam driven from the garden?'The pupil asked his master. 'His heart was hardenedWith images, a hundred bonds that ...
THE wish behind the thought is the soul's starOf faith, and out of earth we build our heaven.Life to each ...
Star, that gives a gracious dole, What am I to choose?Oh, will it be a shriven soul, Or little buckled ...
Love, one day, on mischief bent, Vowed that he would play the friar.I must be his penitent. His confessional the ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Before I am completely shriven I shall reject my inch of heaven. Cancel my eyes, and, standing, sink Into my ...
Through the strait pass of suffering -- The Martyrs -- even -- trod. Their feet -- upon Temptations -- Their ...
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet, Our strict and desperate avatar, Despite that antique westward gulls lament ...
"If you repent," the Parson said," Your sins will be forgiven. Aye, even on your dying bed You're not too ...
Secrets, you said, would hold us two apart; You'd have me know of you your least transgression, And so the ...
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