Thomas And Vivien (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
Argument:Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig and away he ran.The pig was eat, and Tom was beatAnd Tom went ...
Argument:Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig and away he ran.The pig was eat, and Tom was beatAnd Tom went ...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...
The Forest above and the Combe below,On a bright September morn!He's the soul of a clod who thanks not GodThat ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
I.And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
(_A Woman Speaks_) You know that rock on a rocky coast, Where the moon came up, a ...
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me.A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue.For years I was his ...
Here is the House to hold me-cradle of all the race; Here is my lord and my love, here are ...
WHEN we on simple rations sup How easy is the washing up! But heavy feeding complicates The task by soiling ...
The house still stands: but Hitler has had five shots.The glass, the maddening glass, is everywhere.We still are gathering glass ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
A hundred years is a lot of living I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe, Some day if the gods ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me. A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. For years I ...
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