In addition to the pain given by a whip, It still knows nothing about the world. The whip, keeps the perceptive tongue for a snake It drags on the ground, soft, slender.It knows how to follow the way of the world But at any time in sadness It obeys the commands of a snake's hea...
Being thought about out in Monterey the pastor had been a missionary to the apache in Arizona the custom you would go in set downAnd not say a word for thirty minutes very nerve wrecking to say the least I could have made a sock puppet if I just wanted something Lifeless to lay there...
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Here are my favorite poems about fairies. From famous poems about fairies to fairy poems for children. Find the best poems about fairies here!
Of course the moon’s prominence, cool beauty, and mystery are impossible to miss. One of my favourite childhood poems was about the moon. You probably know it: “Slowly silently now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon;
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Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh ...
“At first I was afraid of him, but he immediately adopted me, perhaps as being on the same terms in the house as himself, and we became very attached” (21). In this passage, “the same terms” refers to their similar conditions and social status in the house: a frequently vomiting...
Severn writes, "Keats raves till I am in a complete tremble for him...about four, the approaches of death came on. [Keats said] 'Severn—I—lift me up—I am dying—I shall die easy; don't be frightened—be firm, and thank God it has come.' I lifted him up in my arms. The...
And all I could think about, was sweet tropical island escape! When she severely berated me, it was so hard not to be mad, So I drew an awful picture of her, in which she looked quite bad. With eyes bulging and goofy grin, her hair now stood on end. And if she had chanced...