Biftek Aux Champignons (Henry Augustin Beers Poems)
MIMI, do you remember- Don't get behind your fan- That morning in September On the cliffs of Grand Manan, Where to the shock of ...
MIMI, do you remember- Don't get behind your fan- That morning in September On the cliffs of Grand Manan, Where to the shock of ...
So many were there talking that I heardNothing at first quite plain, as I sat down;Until from this man's gibe ...
I recall a certain valley that lay secluded,Guarded by two somber mountains-Each a sentinel; a valley where it seemedThat happiness ...
Do the angels eat apples? I wonder. . . .A bell tinkled under the trees,A shadow along the white roadwayCast ...
The Sun-god was reclining on a couch of rosy shells,And in the foamy waters Nereids tinkled silver bells,That lent the ...
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken, Winding thro' the forest green, Barred with shadow and with sunshine, Misty ...
The telephone rang in my office to-day, as it often has tinkled before. ...
The chuck wagon trailer had just got his cardTo attend the spring round up. He stood in the yardAnd studied ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet—ah, yet, how swift and tenderMy thoughts go back in time's dull ...
I'm thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heartWhen he--he came pursuing A love unused to art.Into the drowsy ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I'm just in love with all these three, The Weald and the Marsh and the Down country. Nor I don't ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Said darling daughter unto me: "oh Dad, how funny it would be If you had gone to Mexico A score ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day, As from a bell that far away Is tinkled ...
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