Reverie Of Mahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank (Laurence Hope Poems)
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
I'm one o' these cur'ous kind o' chapsYou think you know when you don't, perhaps!I hain't no fool--ner I don't ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
"There's never a dull moment in the human body." -The Insight LadyDear old equivocal and closest friend,Grand Vizier to a weak ...
A BOY a pigeon once possess'd,In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd;He loved it well, and in boyish sportIts food to ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
MISTRESS TOWLThere was an Old Woman named TowlWho went out to Sea with her Owl, But the Owl was Sea-sick ...
Whate'er thou dost thou'rt dear. Uncertain troubles sanctify ...
Ye young debaters over the doctrineOf the soul's immortalityI who lie here was the village atheist,Talkative, contentious, versed in the ...
the bigness of cannonis skilful,but i have seendeath's clever enormous voicewhich hides in a fragilityof poppies..i say that sometimeson these ...
the bigness of cannonis skilful,bit i have seendeath's clever enormous voicewhich hides in a fragilityof poppies...i say that sometimeson these ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
A BOY a pigeon once possess'd, In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd; He loved it well, and in boyish sport ...
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying: You talk when you cease to be at ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Ye young debaters over the doctrine Of the soul's immortality I who lie here was the village atheist, Talkative, contentious, ...
Did you know that Evian spelled backwards is naive? I myself was unaware of this fact until last Tuesday night ...
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