Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
Mel Gibson's Hamlet stinks -- doll Mel. Wind up Mel and Mel's eyes glaze into porcelain, blue gulfs of earnestness, ...
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THERE was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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