Ode to the end of Summer (Phyllis McGinley Poems)
Summer, adieu Adieu gregarious season.Goodbye, 'revoir, farewell.Now day comes late; now chillier blows the breeze onForsaken beach and boarded-up hotel.Now wild ...
Summer, adieu Adieu gregarious season.Goodbye, 'revoir, farewell.Now day comes late; now chillier blows the breeze onForsaken beach and boarded-up hotel.Now wild ...
See dis pictyah in my han'? Dat's my gal; Ain't she purty? goodness lan'! Huh name Sal. Dat's de very way she be-- Kin' o' ...
A fairy dancesIn upland pastures,Picking tart crabapples,Swinging low;Twisted and green,Elfin-mouthed, lean,His feet may be chainedThey are never slow.He slyly peeps ...
Before her Husband, Lesbia calls me Names,And at the Lewdness of the Town exclaims;This tickles the poor Cuckold to the ...
Last Wen'sday, when Jupiter rose to survey The annual return and procession of May, Concluding, the lady with Venus and ...
'E wears perjarmer soots an' cleans 'is teeth, That's wot I reads. It fairly knocked me flat,"Me soljer cobber, be ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
Have you heard the inscrutable mutable Alf,The mannerly man with the silvery tongue? Ever ...
I like Artemus Ward, that quaint Rough, sturdy, antiquated Showman,Who travell'd Yankee-land to paint The social ills in man and ...
JUST at the edge of the night and the morning,Little Miss Six O'clock comes to my bed,A sweet little laugh ...
WISH I was only as bright as my boy,Wish I could think of the things that he springs;His is a ...
THE nurse-life wheat, within his green husk growing, Flatters our hope and tickles our desire, Nature's true riches in sweet ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
IT'S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts. The banjo ...
LET it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made, the ...
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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