In France (Bryan Waller Procter Poems)
The poplars in the fields of France Are golden ladies come to dance; But yet to see them there is ...
The poplars in the fields of France Are golden ladies come to dance; But yet to see them there is ...
THE poplars in the fields of France Are golden ladies come to dance ; But yet to see them there ...
Always one more meal to get;one more train which must be met;one more hopeless sock to men;one more invalid to ...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence ...
when the dog began to sing the people ran amok a man shinned up a flagpole a woman chewed her ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
Liner Notes - (from Love Is A Dog From Hell) My friend Jenny is really worried that people are going ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
As I came over Windy Gap They threw a halfpenny into my cap. For I am running to paradise; And ...
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the ...
Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things ...
Let's straighten this out, my little man, And reach an agreement if we can. I entered your door as an ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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