The Little Woman (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
The little woman, to her I bow And doff my hat as I pass her by;I reverence the furrows that ...
The little woman, to her I bow And doff my hat as I pass her by;I reverence the furrows that ...
We've billiards, bowls an' tennis courts, we've teas an' motor-rides;We've concerts nearly every night, an' 'eaps o' things besides;We've all ...
I HAF von funny leedle poy, Vot gomes schust to mine knee; Der queerest schap, der Greatest rogue, ...
WAVY and bright in the summer air, Like a pleasant sea when the wind blows fair, And its roughest breath ...
Way out in the woods there are brothers who readBy the light of a candle, in Greek, And in far ...
LAST night I single handed fought a gang of murderers that came To get my money or my life, and ...
I was a harness horse, Constrained to travel weak or strong, With orders from oppressing force, ...
ALL the sky was dull and drear, But what cared I! For my sky shone bright and clear In Eliza's ...
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, Wherein rude winter bound her veins;So grows both stream and source ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, Wherein rude winter bound her veins; So grows both stream and source of ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
Lesbia hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth; Right and left its arrows fly, But ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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