The Minte of deformities (C G Gent Poems)
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Nobody knew why it should be so;Nobody knew or wanted to know. It might have been checked had but someone ...
_Hark! Hark!The dogs do bark!It's the socialists come to town,None in rags and none in tags,Swaggering up and down_.Sunday morning,And ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
It was the steamship Dinkinbar,From the Gulf of MexicoFor Liverpool in time of warWith a thousand mules below,And a bunch ...
AMONG the crowd, one, with a gayer face Than most, came swaggering; the Sabine Bard, The Roman Priest of Song, ...
High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,There lives an axeman that I know.From his little hut by a ...
FIVE mites of monads dwelt in a round drop That twinkled on a leaf by a pool in the sun. ...
In every part of the thrifty town,Whether my course be up or down,In lane, and alley, and avenue,Painted in yellow, ...
An angry angel hurled from the heavenly heightDrumroll alarms onto the sombre earth,Hundreds of stars burnt out their light,Hundreds of ...
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
Short of stature, large of limb, Burly face and russet beard, All the women stared at him, When in Iceland ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; Yet, more to grace the ...
Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack, But I wander like a minstrel with a ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
JACK was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun. He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day, and his hands ...
He made a line on the blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ...
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