The Cageing Of Ares (George Meredith Poems)
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
INow farewell to you! you areOne of my dearest, whom I trust:Now follow you the Western star,And cast the old ...
'Er pore dear Par. she sez, "'e kept a store";An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor. "'Twas ...
OVER the heart of the west, the Taos desertCircles an eagle,And it's dark between me and him.The sun, as he ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Delicate mother Kangaroo Sitting up there rabbit-wise, but huge, plump-weighted, And lifting her beautiful slender face, oh! so much more ...
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothingTo one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The hoar ...
Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs, Standing at a tub,Washing other people's clothes - Rub-Rub-Rub.Poor, old, skinny arms ...
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; An' she can cook best things to eat! She ist puts dough in our ...
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothing To one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The ...
Each morning as I catch my bus, A-fearing I'll be late, I think: there are in all of us Two ...
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen, Yet she disdains them all; While Marie Rose, her pauper cousin Has just an ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
In me, past, present, future meet To hold long chiding conference. My lusts usurp the present tense And strangle Reason ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
IF we were such and so, the same as these, maybe we too would be slingers and sliders, tumbling half ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
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