Dresser, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heavens. What they thought about Stayed the same, Stayed ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
She sat just like the others at the table. But on second glance, she seemed to hold her cup a ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi. He is recuperating ...
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style ...
It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe, Who was ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn That Christ our Saviour was born! Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
Welcome, thrice welcome, to the city of Dundee, The great African explorer Henry M Stanley, Who went out to Africa ...
'Twas near the Begum Kothie the battle began, Where innocent blood as plentiful as water ran; The Begum Kothie was ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
You may think, passer-by, that Fate Is a pit-fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the use ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined ...
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