After a Print by George CruikshankIt was a gusty night,With the wind booming, and swooping,Looping round corners,Sliding over the cobble-stones,Whippi...
Reign of Louis PhilippeA great tall column spearing at the skyWith a little man on top. Goodness! Tell me why?He looks a silly thing enough to stand u...
IFrindsbury, Kent, 1786Bang!Bang!Tap!Tap-a-tap! Rap!All through the lead and silver Winter days,All through the copper of Autumn hazes.Tap to the red ...
IHow the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there,beyond the high wall! How quietly the Seine runs in loops and windings,over the...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown,High-waisted, girdled with bright blue;A straw poke bonnet which hid the frownShe pluckered her little brows intoA...
By day you cannot see the skyFor it is up so very high.You look and look, but it's so blueThat you can never see right through.But when night come...
now what were motionless move(exists nomiracle mightier than this:to feel)poor worlds must merely do,which then are done;and whose last doing shall no...
now is a shipwhich captain amsails out of sleepsteering for dream...
Now i lay(with everywhere around)me(the great dim deep soundof rain;and of always and of nowhere)andwhat a gently welcoming darkestness--now i lay me ...
now does our world descendnow does our world descend the path to nothingness (cruel now cancels kind; friends turn to enemies) therefore lament,my dre...