Scuttle, Scuttle, Little Roach (Christopher Morley Poems)
SCUTTLE, scuttle, little roach-How you run when I approach:Up above the pantry shelf,Hastening to secrete yourself.Most adventurous of vermin,How I ...
SCUTTLE, scuttle, little roach-How you run when I approach:Up above the pantry shelf,Hastening to secrete yourself.Most adventurous of vermin,How I ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career.—CarlyleHurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that ...
You see this Tea, no milk or sugar in it,Like peat-born water's brown translucency,Where deep and still it lingers through ...
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
I.I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!You pull, ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -Perhaps you have seen him before;Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has ...
Now the creeping nets of sleepStretch about and gather nigh,And the midnight dim and deepLike a spirit passes by,Trailing from ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
Whisk!--away in the sun His little flying feet Scamper as softly fleet As ever the rabbits run. ...
I'll make believe, and fancy something strange:I will suppose I have the power to changeAnd make all things unlike to ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
"Dear me! what signifies a pin! I'll leave it on the floor; My pincushion has others in, Mamma has plenty ...
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
Seven o'clock. The seventh day of the seventh month of the year. No sooner have I got myself up in ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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