A Tale of Tuscany (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
Argument:"See, saw, Margery Daw:Sold her bed and lay on straw."The first born son of Lot and Bellicent,Gawain, in far-off days ...
Argument:"There were three sisters in a hall,There came a knight among them them all;'Good-morrow, aunt,' to the one,'Good-morrow, aunt,' to ...
Argument:The man in the wilderness asked meHow many strawberries grow in the sea;And I answered him as I thought good,As ...
Argument:Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig and away he ran.The pig was eat, and Tom was beatAnd Tom went ...
Argument:"Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle shellsAnd fair maids all in a row."Isolt the White, ...
Argument:The King was in the parlor, counting out his money:The Queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey:The Maid ...
Argument:The Queen of Hearts,She made some tartsAll on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts,He stole those tartsAnd carried them away!The ...
Argument:As I was going to Saint IvesI met seven wives.Every wife had seven sacks;Every sack had seven cats;Every cat had ...
Argument:Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl;If the bowl had been strongerMy story had been longer.Sir Valence, ...
Argument:Little Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey.There came a black spider,Which sat down beside her,And frightened Miss ...
Argument:Hark! hark!The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town.Some in rags,And some in tags,And some in velvet gown.The summer brooded ...
Gervase, a monk of Christ Church, Canterbury, speaks:Ninety long years have I dwelt here, and much have I seen in ...
Great honour hath Boston, the city, won of late in a glorious frayWith a handful of Portuguese fishers on that ...
He reared the minster portal long ago,The "Golden Borough's" chiefest architect,Scooped in its rocky face three caverns deep,Piled 'gainst their ...
Dear city, round whose marshy rim the CharlesPasses his steel-blue sickle in slow glee,And, circling ever, slips at last through ...
Where is the spirit of striving that once was so strong in my heart?And where is the lofty devotion that ...
Down the coast of LabradorRode the storm-wind conqueror:In his train the surges roared,From black clouds the torrents poured.Miles on miles ...
Before the gate of storms two dim shapes met:The one was robed in weeds ...
In these prosaic daysOf politics and trade,When seldom Fancy laysHer touch on man or maid,The sounds are fled that strayedAlong ...
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