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 ...
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
IT should be yours, if I could build The quaint old dwelling I desire, With books and pictures bravely filled ...
DOWN-SLIPPING Time, sweet, swift, and shallow stream, Here, like a boulder, lies this afternoon Across your eager flow. So you ...
Animal crackers and cocoa to drink,That is the finest of suppers I think;When I'm grown up and can have what ...
Sweetly solemn see them stand, Spinning churns on either hand, Neatly capped and aproned white Airy fairy dairy sight. Jersey ...
THE furnace tolls the knell of falling steam, The coal supply is virtually done, And at this price, indeed it ...
The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years ...
I OFTEN wander on the beach Where once, so brown of limb, The biting air, the roaring surf Summoned me ...
WHEN we on simple rations sup How easy is the washing up! But heavy feeding complicates The task by soiling ...
TO make this little house my very own Could not be done by law alone. Though covenant and deed convey ...
AS I sat, to sift my dreaming To the meet and needed word, Came a merry Interruption With insistence to ...
WHEN we were parted, sweet, and darkness came, I used to strike a match, and hold the flame Before your ...
Night after night goes by: and clocks still chime And stars are changing pattrns in the dark And watches tick, ...
I READ in our old journals of the days When our first love was April-sweet and new, How fair it ...
AH very sweet! If news should come to you Some afternoon while waiting for our eve, That the great Manager ...
WHY is it that the poet tells So little of the sense of smell? These are the odors I love ...
AS I went by the church to-day I heard the organ cry; And goodly folk were on their knees, But ...
WHEN I a householder became I had to give my house a name.I thought I'd call it "Poplar Trees," Or ...
WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze, Blow through the thickets whence they ...
THE barren music of a word or phrase, The futile arts of syllable and stress, He sought. The poetry of ...
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs, You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his ...
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs, You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his ...
I'M glad our house is a little house, Not too tall nor too wide: I'm glad the hovering butterflies Feel ...
IT was the House of Quietness To which I came at dusk; The garth was lit with roses And heavy ...
THESE are the folios of April, All the library of spring, Missals gilt and rubricated With the frost's illumining.Ruthless, we ...
HE is so small he does not know The summer sun, the winter snow; The spring that ebbs and comes ...
How many humble hearts have dipped In you, and scrawled their manuscript! Have shared their secrets, told their cares, Their ...
TRUTH is enough for prose: Calmly it goes To tell just what it knows.For verse, skill will suffice— Delicate, nice ...
There were two cheerful pronouns And nought did them disturb: Until they met, out walking. A conjugative verb. The pronouns, ...
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