The Beggar’s Soliloquy (George Meredith Poems)
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,All the world over, from pole to pole --All of them brothers of mine and ...
FIVE mites of monads dwelt in a round drop That twinkled on a leaf by a pool in the sun. ...
An "Ode to the Moon" did he indite With his two-and-half soul-power.('Twas the child of a starlit summer night, Begot ...
I HAD found out a gift for my fair, I had found where the cave-men were laid; Skull, femur, and ...
"Hem and Haw were the sons of sin, Created to shally and shirk; Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on ...
Clothes: to composeThe furtive, lonePillar of boneTo some repose.To let hands shirkUtterance behindA pocket's blindDeceptive smirk.To mask, belieThe undue hasteOf ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
Now is the rhymer's honest trade A thing for scornful laughter made. The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain, These are ...
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
I find that phrase divine, oh so appealing The Smell of an Orange is Appealing, a bit of a smirk ...
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Clothes: to compose The furtive, lone Pillar of bone To some repose. To let hands shirk Utterance behind A pocket's ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
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