Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters – Part The First (Francis Thompson Poems)
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Nose to window, Still as a mouse, Watching grampa "Bank the house." Out of the barrow ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane -- The Land called Spadgers -- waiting fer 'is jills.The night's come ...
Five minutes here, and they must steal two more! shameful! Here have I been five mortal years and not seen ...
Young friend! . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus. 'E sees me first, an' 'as ...
"DEAR marshes, by no hand of man Laboriously sown, My river clasps you in its arms ...
I niver thowt when I grew owd I'd tak to leetin' lamps; I sud have said, I'd rayther ...
"In a southern forest gloomy and old, So lately the scene of a terrible fight,A soldier, alone in the dark ...
Pretty good world if you take it all round— Pretty good world, good people! Better be on than under ...
Where did you come from, baby dear?Out of the everywhere into here.Where did you get those eyes so blue?Out of ...
Her prudish foot, seen rarely as a nun, Is steep and narrow, flexible as steel, Touching her pathway but at ...
AH love, the sweet spring blossoms clingTo many a broken wind-tossed bough,And young birds among branches singThat mutely hung till ...
An eye where love with laughter twinkles,And songs on kisses still insistent,Blended with graying hair and wrinkles,To you, my child, ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
To the guests that must go bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps. Take to your ...
Child of a line accurst And old as Troy, Bringer of best and worst In wild alloy- Light, like a ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
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