Noonday Grace (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
Bowzybeus.Sublimer strains, O rustic muse, prepare;Forget awhile the barn and dary's care;Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise,The drunkard's flights ...
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
You bid me, Ned, describe the placeWhere I, one of the rhyming race,Pursue my studies con amore,And wanton with the ...
Oh! they've swept the parlor carpet, and they've dusted every chair,And they've got the tidies hangin' jest exactly on the ...
Beware of those who slyly pilchIn many cunning ways;Beware of little lyres that filchFrom undisputed bays!Beware the tumbler's beaded brim,The ...
Life taught me long agothat music and poetryare the most beautiful things on earththat life can give us.Except for love, ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
There came a lonely Briton to the town, A solitary Briton with a ...
Salute the august train! a scene so grand, With every tuneful band; The mighty brave, His country bound to save, ...
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,Of course with intention to drink,And, holding it up in the sunlight,I paused for ...
By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered; On his breast it slept… From the swing, from the garden, helter-skelter, ...
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; ...
After the chaos, quiet the cascade of injuries quiet reflection on facts of life - She cannot fly, and thank ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains- Smell of cleanliness- Sunshine of late afternoon- On the ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went on a lingerie tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, ...
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