Careless Mathilda (Ann Taylor Poems)
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
SCENE: Political meeting of future.CHAIRMAN, rising, calls for silence.CHAIRMAN: Ladies and gentlemen -- those of you that are -- I ...
Most glorious of all the Undying, many-named, girt round with awe! Jove, author of Nature, applying to all things the ...
Dr. Birch's young friends will reassemble to-day, Feb. 1st.White is the wold, and ghostly The dank and leafless trees;And 'M's ...
You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well,How could the hand be enemy of the arm, Or seed ...
We can claim without elation or immodest fabricationThat the genius of our nation is embodied in our camps,And futurity's summation ...
No, no ! not that ! There is no lack Of verdure or of flowers, Of forest tree and sapling ...
Beyond the window the moon may be in riotWith the winter night. But your voice having ceasedIn the room here, ...
As men have loved their lovers in times pastAnd sung their wit, their virtue and their grace,So have we loved ...
Argentia-Quebec-and Teheran:Valiant the voyage, and supreme the plan.Dumbarton Oaks, no doubt, and Bretton Woods,Will read the riddles and produce the ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less Here, far away, than when I tarried near; I even smile ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due ...
Unseemly are the open eyes That watch the midnight sheep, That look upon the secret skies Nor close, abashed, in ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
(Nicola Sacco -- Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times past And ...
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