Hop-O-My-Thumb (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
_Hark! Hark!The dogs do bark!It's the socialists come to town,None in rags and none in tags,Swaggering up and down_.Sunday morning,And ...
When the Stabber's speech had ended,And his presents all were gathered,And his pipe the chiefs had all smoked,Four young chiefs ...
Parson says I'm to make 'im a crossTo set up over his grave,'E's buried there by the Moated Grange,And I ...
A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.ANNABEL ...
But the artist sat the nude model on the table and moved her legs apart. The girl hardly resisted and ...
(_On a Devon Moor_) Why do I babble of bitter chills-- And icy trees--and snowy fallows? Why do I shudder ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
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