Saved by Music (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
'Twas on a sunny morning in the month of May, I met a pretty damsel on the banks o' the ...
We three are on the cedar-shadowed lawn; My friend being third. He who at love once laughed, Is in the ...
Last night a pale young Moon was wed Unto the amorous, eager Sea; Her maiden veil of mist she wore ...
Here on a hill of the occident stand we shoulder to shoulder, Comrades tried and true through a mighty swath ...
Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry, And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry And ...
Over and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later ...
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life? DON JUAN, III, 63-4 ...
We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast, Who but sips of a sweet, and then ...
This rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues ...
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys, And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six, Here is your little Rita ...
He ran away and was gone for a year. When he came home he told me the silly story Of ...
She loved me. Oh! how she loved me! I never had a chance to escape From the day she first ...
His first infidelity was a mistake, but not as big As her false pregnancy. Later, the boy found out He ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
has not altered;-- a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I've never seen. Every name is ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
This poem has a door, a locked door, and curtains drawn against the day, but at night the lights come ...
In silence the heart raves. It utters words Meaningless, that never had A meaning. I was ten, skinny, red-headed, Freckled. ...
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