Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
He came from "further out", That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of ...
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover? I wish to retire till the party's over. Since three o'clock I've ...
'Twas in the year 1715, and on the 10th of November, Which the people of Scotland have cause to remember; ...
The 27th Regiment has mutinied at Kalapore; That was the substance of a telegram, which caused great uproar, At Sattara, ...
'Twas after the great Majuba fight: And the next morning, at daylight, Captain Macbean's men were ordered to headquarters camp, ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the 22nd of June, Her Majesty's Diamond Jubilee in London caused a ...
Friends of humanity, of high and low degree, I pray ye all come listen to me; And truly I will ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Once played to attentive faces music has broken its frame its bodice of always-weak laces the entirely promiscuous art pours ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Now that we've come to the end I've been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. ...
In one of fhe States of America, some years ago, There suddenly came on a violent storm of snow, Which ...
Neither spite, fellow citizens, Nor forgetfulness of the shiftlessness, And the lawlessness and waste Under democracy's rule in Spoon River ...
Babies must not eat the coal And they must not make grimaces, Nor in party dresses roll And must never ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
I belonged to the church, And to the party of prohibition; And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon. ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing the gonfalon Of independence, for reform, and ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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