The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses -- Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet ...
I think just how my shape will rise -- When I shall be "forgiven" -- Till Hair -- and Eyes ...
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig And thought it very nice I think, because his empty Plate Was handed ...
Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" -- Her brow is fit for thrones But ...
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan's. Or the one knives carve into ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Sparrow singing-- its tiny mouth open. (Yosa Buson)
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye: You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye. ...
Merry Merry Sparrow Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Sees you swift as arrow Seek your cradle narrow Near ...
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