On St. David’s Day (James Clerk Maxwell Poems)
To Mrs. E.C. Morrieson'Twas not chance but deep design,Tho' of whom I can't divineMade the courtly Valentine(Corpulent saint and bishop)Such ...
To Mrs. E.C. Morrieson'Twas not chance but deep design,Tho' of whom I can't divineMade the courtly Valentine(Corpulent saint and bishop)Such ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
A ValentineThough I have loved you well, I ween, And you, too, fancied me,Your heart hath too divided been A ...
If my Valentine you won't be,I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.(Ernest Hemingway)
My Valentine isn't always nice and sweet, Some of those qualities she doesn't always meet; She spends all day raising ...
So softly the heart beats quiet in my chest yet I cannot sleep Sometimes I touch you in the night ...
Asking for details the chocolate already consumed before allowing more candy to be enjoyed Two brownies was her answer asking ...
Turning the soil out in the garden out beyond the yard The shape of a stone a perfect valentine as ...
Words of Love, images of beauty of your love, your commitment, your desire for me to know, to feel your ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
Oh! Montmorency Vere de Vere, To think that one I held so dear Should use a base deceiver's art To ...
my heart looking back to the life we've shared messages of our love promises given between healing words of hope ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
Go Valentine and tell that lovely maid Whom Fancy still will pourtray to my sight, How her Bard lingers in ...
I Christmas Poem for Nancy Noel, Noel We live and we die Between heaven and hell Between the earth and ...
News of the Gold World of May in Holland Michigan: "Wooden shoes will clatter again on freshly scrubbed streets--" The ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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