Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed Just spreading out ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
... Among the shadows of the groaning elms, amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves ... ... Once there were ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong, Pouring their music through the branches bare, From moon-white church towers ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gae big Terreagles' towers And set them ...
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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