The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for ...
Isn't she lovely, "the Mistress"? With her wide-apart grey-green eyes, The droop of her lips and, when she smiles, Her ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
A girl in a green mini- skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street. A businessman stops, turns to stare ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
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