The Lay of a Golden Goose (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn, Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn, O'er moors and ...
THERE was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To ...
Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and ...
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would ...
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