My Piazza. (Caroline Howard Gilman Poems)
MY piazza, my piazza! some boast their lordly halls,Where soften'd gleams of curtain'd light on golden treasure falls,Where pictures in ...
MY piazza, my piazza! some boast their lordly halls,Where soften'd gleams of curtain'd light on golden treasure falls,Where pictures in ...
A giddy young maiden with nimble feet,Heigh-ho! alack and alas!Declared she would far rather dance than eat,And the truth of ...
It's mighty hard for Mother-I am busy through the dayAnd the tasks of every morning keep the gloomy thoughts away,And ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today -- So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away -- Oozed ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady's slipper. Your ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
I opened wide the bath-room door, And all at once switched on the light, When moving swift across the floor ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires; And where go forth at morn, ...
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