My Daughters In New York (James Reiss Poems)
What streets, what taxis transport themover bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swiftin pursuit of union? What suitors amuse them, what ...
What streets, what taxis transport themover bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swiftin pursuit of union? What suitors amuse them, what ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
Ah me! what mighty perils waitThe man who meddles with a state,Whether to strengthen, or oppose!False are his friends, and ...
Mean while loquacious Fame the News thro'--out Each Corner of the Land had spread about. The Monster Fame; by Stealth ...
Part the FirstItt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;And ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
As down the circling wave they glide,Thus spoke at length the Elfin guide:"My friend, behold the favoured coast,"Where ...
The Lady Lorraine was sweet and fair; The Lady Lorraine was young; She had wonderful eyes and glorious hair, And ...
WHEN PHOEBUS tints the breezy lawn,AMANTOR hails the lovely dawn;That dawn, which sees him free again,Gay bounding o'er ...
IThe hermit sat within his cave, A prey to anxious care;Distress sat gravely on his brow, And suffering slumbered there.His ...
"Fie upon't!All men are false, I think. The date of loveIs out, expired, its stories all grown stale,O'erpast, forgotten, like ...
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful blond, As fair as peroxide could make her. She was never so shy that a ...
If instead of windows so amply Frozen to precious stones we had A few statues against azure skies,Or a columned ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
The fleet astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing mind: He views theirs stations, walks from door ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
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