#AmericanWriters
As forth he pours the new made win… What blessing asks the lyric poet— What boon implores in this fair sh… Of one full likely to bestow it? Not for Sardinia’s plenteous stor…
The Northland reared his hoary he… And spied the Southland leagues a… ‘Fairest of all fair brides,’ he s… ‘Be thou my bride, I pray!’ Whereat the Southland laughed and…
If I were Francois Villon and Fr… What would it matter to me how the… _He_ would in sweaty anguish toil… And still not keep the prowling, g… But, with my valiant bottle and my…
Little All-Aloney’s feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere perchance he fall.
The mill goes toiling slowly aroun… With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kin… The voice of the old mill speak. While round and round those big wh…
Once on a time a friend of mine pr… To see the dazzling splendors of a… And after we had reveled in the sa… We sought a neighboring cafe for m… When I demanded of my friend what…
(HORACE’S ODES, III, I) I hate the common, vulgar herd! Away they scamper when I 'booh’ ‘… But pretty girls and nice young me… Observe a proper silence when
I’m a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys… As up the street we come, Wonderful is our noise! There’s Tom, and Jim, and Phil,
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…
Play that you are mother dear, And play that papa is your beau; Play that we sit in the corner her… Just as we used to, long ago. Playing so, we lovers two
I like the Anglo-Saxon speech With its direct revealings; It takes a hold, and seems to reac… 'Way down into your feelings; That some folk deem it rude, I kn…
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,… Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I kenned… But my harte been allwais the same… Ailsie, I colde not say you ill,
Marcus Varro went up and down The places where old books were so… He ransacked all the shops in town For pictures new and pictures old. He gave the folk of earth no peace…
O fountain of Bandusia! Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns
Ho, pretty bee, did you see my cro… Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin’ on… Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie… Got a lump o’ sugar an’ a posie fo… Only bring back my wee, wee croodl…
