Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
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