A Lobster Pot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A lobster pot tossed by the sea onto the rocks wedged in the jetty between the boulders of the breakwater ...
A lobster pot tossed by the sea onto the rocks wedged in the jetty between the boulders of the breakwater ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain ...
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on earth we find? Is ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
It tossed -- and tossed -- A little Brig I knew -- o'ertook by Blast -- It spun -- and ...
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
Listen, ladies, while I sing The ballad of John Henry King. John Henry was a bachelor, His age was thirty-three ...
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