The Song of the Sons (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door -- Treason has much, but we, Mother, ...
One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door -- Treason has much, but we, Mother, ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile. Spiv. I sew the slither ...
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in ...
Our mascot lives low, a baby alligator. She's our happy-and-sad mask all at once, Mona Lisa her name. She's my ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
Your dog is not a dog of grace; He does not wag the tail or beg; He bit Miss Dickson ...
Such insignificance: a glance at your record on the doctor's desk or a letter not meant for you. How could ...
The last Campbell's tomato soup can of the twentieth century is going to the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh That ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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