Old Spense (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago thateverything was clear,As if it had been preserved beneath ...
Ding-dong! ding-dong!Merry, merry go the bells,Ding-dong! ding-dong!Over the heath, over the moor, and over the dale,"Swinging slow with sullen roar,"Dance, ...
A moment's pause before we play our parts,To speak the thought that reigns within your hearts.--Now from the Future's hours, ...
From gray, bleak hills 'neath steely skies Thro' beards of ice the forests roar; Along the river's humming shore The skimming skater bird-like ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
O you chorus of indolent reviewers,Irresponsible, indolent reviewers,Look, I come to the test, a tiny poemAll composed in a metre ...
Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,the past week's stars all frozen in flight,Head over heels the skater's club goes,clinking its ...
519'Twas warm - at first - like Us -Until there crept uponA Chill - like frost upon a Glass -Till ...
Like black iceScrolled over with unintelligible patternsby an ignorant skaterIs the dulled surface of my heart.Amy Lowell(Amy Lowell)
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us -- Until there crept upon A Chill -- like frost upon a ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes! You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods ...
O you chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
The wonderful thing about being with you in this hotel lift in London full of people is that none of ...
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