Blue And Red: Or, The Discontented Lobster (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
Permit me, Reader, to make my bow,And allowMe to humbly commend to your tender merciesThe hero of these simple verses.By ...
Permit me, Reader, to make my bow,And allowMe to humbly commend to your tender merciesThe hero of these simple verses.By ...
Foundation of the IslandIAn illustrious Baron without heraldry, without perception and famemakes only his destiny:to love, to honour his lady,day and ...
My poetry is not part of western poetry;The two touch, circumference against circumference,But never quite coincide..I have a passion for ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went,Beyond Sturt's Western track,The rolling tide of change has sentSome strange J.P.'s out back.And Saltbush ...
I laboured on the anvil of my brainAnd beat a metal out of pageantry.Figure and form I carry in my ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
whirligig twister dancer prancer st vitus's quester chancer romancer the inkman cometh from that nether world where dream and coincidence ...
Sometimes we wonder at the providence of the Lord the providing of our creator seemingly out of the blue But ...
I told our story again, yesterday driving down the highway, with strangers sharing our story, of love, of courtship of ...
Counting down to two years, moments of memories of the start of our lives anew our start of our dating, ...
The gentle push the warm support The gentle nudge Of the One who knows what's best Charting a course with ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
This, no song of an ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever ...
"My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands them eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he ...
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