The Maid Of Saxony; Or, Who’s The Traitor? – Act II (George Pope Morris Poems)
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
Fairies can hide anywhere,Up and down, and in and out,'Neath the cushion of a chair,In a teapot's empty spout;They can ...
You know "The Teacups," that congenial setWhich round the Teapot you have often met;The grave DICTATOR, him you knew of ...
When I go to tea with the little Smiths, there are eight of them there, but there's only one of ...
Read at a meeting of the Massachusetts Historical Society.No! never such a draught was pouredSince Hebe served with nectarThe bright ...
I. (Macauley, who made it):Pour, varlet, pour the water,The water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of us,Another for the ...
I wondered wot was doin'. First I seenOle Missus Flood wave signals to Doreen. I'm in the paddick slashin' down ...
O a' the ills that come to swall a wearit mither's grief,The warst is when her laddie winna tak' his ...
Mum's bit of egg money on the mantelpiece In the broken teapot in the olden days,Hardly earned and hoarded there,Much ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest,And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth ...
unfurling our Japanese parasolsout in the desertwe arrange our dolls' tea seton an upturned butter boxwe have invited the little ...
Some day of days! Some dawning yet to beI shall be clothed with immortality!And, in that day, I shall ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
(with apologies to Frederic Taber Cooper) I well recall (and who does not) The circus bill-board hippopotamus, whose wide distended ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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