Menschliches Elend (Friedrich Freiherr von Logau Poems)
Alsbald ein neues Kinddie erste Luft empfindt,so hebt es an zu weinen;die Sonne mu? ihm scheinenden viermal zehnten Tag,eh als ...
Alsbald ein neues Kinddie erste Luft empfindt,so hebt es an zu weinen;die Sonne mu? ihm scheinenden viermal zehnten Tag,eh als ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, ...
when you step out of the wood and go first time to school you have to be so specially careful ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
Amid the controlled chaos the schoolyard, playground this morning ribbons of children, running, skipping, dancing over the blacktop, being children, ...
The pool filling a bit too slowly "Let's play tag, you're it first!" so was the solution, for the littlest ...
For some it was depression glass, others emerald, or Tiffany's But for her it was the rich, dark shimmering deep ...
To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether 'tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
You often look at her at some nights, when she is asleep so sound so tight. You wonder how come ...
I remember once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering shirt of you in the wind. Once many days ...
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now. The silvers chase purple. The purples tag silver. They let out ...
PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string. They flutter and dance pulling Pietro's arm. A nickel apiece ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities ...
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