How Rifleman Brown came to Valhalla (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
1. Autumn like a slap in the face, on the threshold of SeptemberIn Aquileia: the wipers peel the rainAnd the ...
'Whether, as the intensity of seeing increases, one's distance from Them, the people, does not also increase'I know, of course ...
Private Scott of the Highlanders,Strutted and swanked in the market-place.Each flap and lapel set smooth in place,Buttons polished to mirror ...
Oh, there ain't no band to cheer us up, there ain't no 'Ighland pipersTo keep our warlike ardure warm round ...
In the mist of the morning moving from side to side the forest revealing its secrets to the staccato of ...
driving north on the interstate verdant fields and forest beside me looking, ever expectantly, into the green mist, the present ...
The car, sport utility vehicle, an amber flash of light, staccato, turning left, while parked engine off, flashing left wipers ...
A sheen of yellow on the glass the hood, the roof, the ground oak tree above, golden below heavy flour ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
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