December (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
To Mrs M___, to whom we were indebted for a haggis,whose amplitude was in somewise commensurate with the largeness of ...
IHe dines alone surrounded by reflectionsof himself. Then after sleep and benzedrinedescends the Cinquecento stair his magicwrought from hypochondria of ...
Try to love everything that gets in your way:the Chinese women in flowered bathing capsmurmuring together in Mandarin, doing leg ...
"Let me see if Philip canBe a little gentleman;Let me see if he is ableTo sit still for once at ...
Here is cruel Frederick, see!A horrid wicked boy was he;He caught the flies, poor little things,And then tore off their ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,Reverly and wild to-do -They shake the inn from floor to rafterWith huzzahing and halloo.There Twardowski heads ...
I.There breathes not a breath of the summer airBut the spirit of love is moving there;Not a trembling leaf on ...
He has made many meals On the Lib'rals of late, And the way that he feels ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
The Elders of the Tribe were grouped And squatted in the Council Cave; They seemed to be extremely pooped, And ...
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best ...
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