The Recumbent Posture (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show -- So fairy -- so fictitious The individuals do ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
I am standing under the mistletoe, And I smile, but no answering smile replies For her haughty glance bids me ...
Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
"Christmas is not just a season, Christmas is not just a day, Christmas is more than a reason For parties, ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
I am the girl who burned her doll, who gave her father the doll to burn " the bride doll ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
Sitting in outpatients With my own minor ills Dawn's depression lifts To the lilt of amitryptilene, A double dose for ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep. So often goes the pot to the well that it breaks. ...
Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; The silent snow possess'd the earth, And calmly ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
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