Passonate writing and love writing poems
I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground
By Bg Das3 years ago in Poets
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
To thee, the guardian of my youthful days, Fain would I pay some tribute of respect; And though it falls far short of thy desert,
When Shakespeare soared from life to death, above All praise, all adoration, save of love, As here on earth above all men he stood
When I, good friends, was called to the Bar, I'd an appetite fresh and hearty, But I was, as many young barristers are,
I say 'e isn't Remorse! 'Ow do I know? Saw 'im on Riccarton course Two year ago! Think I'd forget any 'orse? Course 'e's The Crow!
It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
A wounded Chieftain, lying By the Danube's leafy side, Thus faintly said, in dying, "Oh! bear, thou foaming tide.
Little Tillie Olson Ban my little pearl; God ant never making Any nicer girl. Dis har Qveen of Sheba,
"Yu ban old, Fader Olaf," a young geezer say, "yure hair it ban whiter sum snow; Ay lak yu to tal me how yu keep so young.
When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs, O aged man! Thy sand is almost run, And many a year, in vain, to meet the sun,
And I was once like this! that glowing cheek Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow Smooth as the level lake, when not a breeze