The Crum Appointment (Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer Poems)
You, no doubt, have heard the story told of Charleston by the sea,How they persecute a Negro when a man ...
You, no doubt, have heard the story told of Charleston by the sea,How they persecute a Negro when a man ...
He was bare-we don't want to be rude- (His condition was owing to drink)They say his condition was nood, Which amounts to the ...
When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches ...
Inhaling the chilly mist of the distant dusk,along the silent stretching mountain slope,the train comes crawling.Rumbling, rumbling,today again the bridge ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
An old dalewoman speaks:"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,But none on 'em grow as they used to grow!It's goin' ...
Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over stones,That long had heard the pipes o' ...
"There are tears and wails in the old brown house On the hillside steep today,Though the sunlight gleams on the ...
Around the corner I have a friend,In this great city that has no end,Yet the days go by and weeks ...
Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse Was good beyond all earthly need; But, on the other hand, her spouse Was ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
The Future -- never spoke -- Nor will He -- like the Dumb -- Reveal by sign -- a syllable ...
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
The 27th Regiment has mutinied at Kalapore; That was the substance of a telegram, which caused great uproar, At Sattara, ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by ...
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