The Pauper (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
It dawned a morn to make a heart despair, East was the wind and chill the April air. No beast ...
It dawned a morn to make a heart despair, East was the wind and chill the April air. No beast ...
Haw! Good fellow I'm not doubting Your intentions are all right,And your general appearance Is intelligent and bright;But the question ...
There is a river clear and fair,'Tis neither broad nor narrow;It winds a little here and thereIt winds about like ...
I'm very unhappy, tho' nothing I've done.I'll tell you the cause of my sorrow;To-morrow my darling is leaving the run,She ...
They've hung their stockings up with care,And I am in my old arm chair,And mother's busy dragging outThe parcels hidden ...
The rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills Ran and sparkled down each side of the road Under the catkins ...
Things of great worth shall come to passBy true foreknowledge and in fact,-Names worthier than mine in fameAnd words which ...
Our Islet out of Helgoland, dismissedFrom his quaint tenement, quits hates and loves.There lived with us a wagging humouristIn that ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
I can picture the wagging tongues those there for show to be seen, publicly praying seeing the beggar, the lame ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
THE rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills Ran and sparkled down each side of the road Under the catkins ...
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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