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Awake again in Asia, Lord of Pea… Awake and preach, for her far swor… And would they sheathe the sword b… Or scorn your way, while looking i… Good comrade and philosopher and p…
If you lay for Iago at the stage… You have missed the moral of the p… He will have a midnight supper wit… They will chirp together and be ga… But the things Iago stands for mu…
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds rejoice. Her face was wise and solemn,
He coveted her portrait. He toiled as she grew gay. She loved to see him labor In that devoted way. And in the end it pleased her,
In fairyland the little boys Would rather fight than eat their… They like to chase a gauze-winged… And catch and beat him till he squ… Sometimes they come to sleeping me…
Life’s a jail where men have commo… Gaunt the one who has, and who has… All our treasures neither less nor… Bread alone comes thro’ the guarde… Cards are foolish in this jail, I…
THE Drunkards in the street are… one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great… gay,— Publicans and wantons—
The Jazz-bird sings a barnyard so… A cock-a-doodle bray, A jingle-bells, a boiler works, A he-man’s roundelay. The eagle said, ‘My noisy son,
There dwelt a widow learned and de… Behind our hamlet on the eastern h… Three sons she had, who went to fi… They promised to return, but wande… The cities used them well, they wo…
[What the Man of Faith said]… The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father’s mind. The dew, the rain and moonlight Descend to bless mankind.
Sweetheart Spring Our Sweetheart, Spring, came soft… Her gliding hands were fire, Her lilac breath upon our cheeks Consumed us with desire.
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing a dancer’s girdle
[How different people and differen… The Old Horse in the City The moon’s a peck of corn. It lie… Heaped up for me to eat. I wish that I might climb the pat…
This is the song The spice-tree sings: “Hunger and fire, Hunger and fire, Sky-born Beauty—
Two old crows sat on a fence rail. Two old crows sat on a fence rail, Thinking of effect and cause, Of weeds and flowers, And nature’s laws.