The Spectacles (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
A man is bringing a cup of coffee to his face, tilting it to his mouth. It's historical, he thinks. ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
In former times such as had store of coin, In wars at home, or when for conquests bound, For fear ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
Why are we by all creatures waited on? Why do the prodigal elements supply Life and food to me, being ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
Like Brooms of Steel The Snow and Wind Had swept the Winter Street -- The House was hooked The Sun ...
How many schemes may die In one short Afternoon Entirely unknown To those they most concern -- The man that ...
The Life that tied too tight escapes Will ever after run With a prudential look behind And spectres of the ...
In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm -- Pink, lank and warm -- But as he was ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
St George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out ...
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, ...
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