The Smiling Isle (George Ade Poems)
IWe have no daily papers To tell of Newport capers, No proud four hundred to look down on ordinary folk;No ...
IWe have no daily papers To tell of Newport capers, No proud four hundred to look down on ordinary folk;No ...
Mine dear Fritz,--Your advice ven I take, Und I try dot goot beace talk to shtart, Den ...
IT was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns;Every tree that cast a shadow was a sheltering ...
In GaryThe Millsfeaston ore and men . . .Like potbellied hoboesthe mills snorelying face upwardon the north horizontheir breathlike winter ...
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to sufferThe ...
It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We'd ...
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it's been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation ...
We in this society like the rich men in the bible slow to turn from the world to be guided ...
A family of five with three balls, and stomachs still full of turkey, of pancakes, and sausage ran and played ...
Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
1/ One sorriest thing in life is our capacity with which we think that we think. Some do it with ...
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter? Convenient bird and beast lie lodged ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em; I've torn up my old money-bags, ...
Children Pray dearest mother if you please Cut up your double-curded cheese, The oldest of the brotherhood. It's ripe, no ...
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