The Haunted House (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The Haunted House in days of yoreStood lone, deserted, ruined, hoar,With dusty panes, and moss-grown sill,With grass-grown steps, rooms dark ...
The Haunted House in days of yoreStood lone, deserted, ruined, hoar,With dusty panes, and moss-grown sill,With grass-grown steps, rooms dark ...
Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of greenFor the gorgeous grab of an Indian queen?With the timbered brown, and ...
The popcorn is greasy, and I forgot to bring a Kleenex.A pill that's a bomb inside the stomach of a ...
WHAT is a poet's love?--To write a girl a sonnet,To get a ring, or some such thing,And fustianize upon it.What ...
Dew upon lonely orchidsLike tear-brimmed eyes.No twining of love-knots,Mist-wreathed flowers I cannot bear to cut.Grass for her cushions,Pines for her ...
ome leave thy care, and love thy friend; Live freely, don't despair, Of getting money there's no end, ...
WALT WHITMAN TO AUSTIN DOBSON I who have walked splay-footed in hobnailed boots, I who have written at large in ...
Make me, O Lord, Thy spinning-wheel complete.Thy holy word my distaff make for me.Make mine affections Thy swift flyers neatAnd ...
I bought every kind of machine that's known —Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers,Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers —And all ...
Translated From the Arabic of John Duncan.You have taken away my cloak,My cloak of weariness;Take my coat also,My many-coloured coat ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
The old moon is tarnished With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished With colour like blood. A ...
They have vanished, the pop men with their varnished crates Of Tizer and dandy, American ice-cream soda and one percent ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
I bought every kind of machine that's known -- Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers, Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers ...
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