At Variance (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When with me the play she goes, I much admire the buds and bows And all that on Kate's headgear ...
When with me the play she goes, I much admire the buds and bows And all that on Kate's headgear ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, ...
His malice was a pimple down his good big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry Mr Frost ...
â?"Thass a funny title, Mr Bones. â?"When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
lost in a mirror star dreams on a night stage. before broken songs i just continue to dance while my ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Even in a palace, life may be led well! So spake the imperial sage, purest of men, Marcus Aurelius. But ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
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