Breakfast Party (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hurried up party in our bed this morning, on top of the comforter, the blanket toy tea set and ...
A hurried up party in our bed this morning, on top of the comforter, the blanket toy tea set and ...
In the history of the city long forgotten, buried the remains in the ground glass, metal, wood, bone crockery, leather, ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
She's riding the merry-go round still On the outer horse Holding an old and faded doll No longer a favorite ...
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear little boy at play - Merrily singeth all day ...
The little French doll was a dear little doll Tricked out in the sweetest of dresses; Her eyes were of ...
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
IF once in love, you'll soon invention find And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind; The youngest 'prentice, ...
A Fond Athenian Mother brought A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, And carve her Only Son; Who to such strange ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
A toy-maker made a toy wife and a toy child. He made a toy house and some toy years. He ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
So large my Will The little that I may Embarrasses Like gentle infamy -- Affront to Him For whom the ...
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- I heard a Woman say "Poor Child" -- and something in ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
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