Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
He was born in Alabama.He was bred in Illinois.He was nothing but aPlain black boy.Swing low swing low sweet sweet ...
He was born in Alabama.He was bred in Illinois.He was nothing but aPlain black boy.Swing low swing low sweet sweet ...
CEDARS of Lebanon! Labyrinths of Shade, Making a mystery of open day; With layers of gloom keeping the Sun at bay,And solemn ...
Beyond my window in the night Is but a drab inglorious street,Yet there the frost and clean starlight As over Warwick woods ...
Rose of Lancaster.* * * * *Encircled by a blooming bandOf peerless damsels, fair and young,Reclined yon canopy beneath,How bright ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
'Twas in the sultry summer-time, as war's red records show, When patriot armies rose to meet a fratricidal foe;When from ...
Listen, lively Lordings all,Lithe and listen unto mee,And I will sing of a noble earle,The noblest earle in the north ...
A pleasant song of the valiant deeds of chivalry atchieved by that noble knight Sir Guy of Warwick, who, for ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
Into our townlan' on a night of snowrode a man from God knows where; None of us bade him stay ...
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you translate one BitOf Books of ...
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!Thy fools no more I'll tease:This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,Ye harlots, sleep at ease!Soft ...
True Lambert SimnelWas not a habitual criminal,But it really was hardly historicTo call himself the Earl of Warwick.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
To dance with the creator to feel the hand of the potter guiding my steps in this life in the ...
More than the others senses of our bodies more than sight, taste more than our hearing, our sense of smell ...
More than the others senses of our world our bodies, our clay the importance of one to touch, to reach ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
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