The Song Of The Spensthrift (Ivan Nikitin Poems)
To seven kopek the heir, Nor house nor land have I--Live I--hey! I live then! Die I--hey! I die!In many realms the ...
To seven kopek the heir, Nor house nor land have I--Live I--hey! I live then! Die I--hey! I die!In many realms the ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
He had a genius, some old chap:Found a way of boilingSoup with never a pill or slopWhile the kitchen's rolling.First, ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep With the fair princess of the deep, Whose bosom is his cool ...
WHY, let is run! who bids it stay? Let us the while be merry; Time there in water creeps away, ...
The bunkhouse on the cattle ranch Was lowly, but at nightWhen its small window was aglow We hurried ...
Our Ulla lay one morning and slept,A hand beneath her ear;Her key alone the taverner keptOr through its hole might ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
The bachelor 'e fights for one As joyful as can be; But the married man don't call it fun, Because ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
She even thinks that up in heaven Her class lies late and snores While poor black cherubs rise at seven ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings -- they cause the eyes to ...
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