Unsuspecting (Jean Toomer Poems)
There is a natty kind of mindThat slicks its thoughts,Culls its oughts,Trims its views,Prunes its trues,And never suspects it is ...
There is a natty kind of mindThat slicks its thoughts,Culls its oughts,Trims its views,Prunes its trues,And never suspects it is ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HAPLESS JOURNEY.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Now arranges for a journeyTo the village of the Northland,To the land of cruel winters,To ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Description of the Ball, with an Episode on Beau ...
SISTER of Faith and Charity, Where there are only three;Fit habitant of heaven, yet content, ...
Not always o'er the meads and hills, From low'ring clouds, the rain distils, Nor storms with endless uproar sweep The ...
Our drift-wood fire burns drowsily, The fog hangs low afar,A thousand sea-birds fearlessly Hover ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
If a single man is studious and quiet, people say He is grouchy, he is old before his time;If he's ...
The Lady Poverty was fair:But she has lost her looks of late,With change of times and change of air.Ah slattern, ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth ...
There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its thoughts, Culls its oughts, Trims its views, Prunes its trues, ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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