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Nice Guy
© Charles Bukowski
there was a good crowd at the funeral.
his wife cried.
my friend Eddie consoled her,
then took her home and fucked
her.
The Second Monarchy, being the Persian, began underCyrus, Darius being his Uncle and Father-in-la
© Anne Bradstreet
Cyrus Cambyses Son of Persia King,
Whom Lady Mandana did to him bring,
Little Nellie's Pa
© Alma Frances McCollum
OH! me and Nellie Barker live way down on William Street,
I'll bet you couldn't find another youngster half so sweet;
Tale XI
© George Crabbe
creed;
And those of stronger minds should never speak
(In his opinion) what might hurt the weak:
A man may smile, but still he should attend
His hour at church, and be the Church's friend,
What there he thinks conceal, and what he hears
Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought
A Picture Of Husbandry
© Confucius
The plants will ear; within their sheath confined,
The grains will harden, and be good in kind.
Nor darnel these, nor wolf's-tail grass infests;
The Talking Oak
© Alfred Tennyson
Once more the gate behind me falls;
Once more before my face
I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls,
That stand within the chace.
The Four Seasons : Winter
© James Thomson
See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme,
These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought,
Quand Meme
© Edith Nesbit
AGE pauses on his toilsome way
To let youth pluck her flowers of play;
Flowers are not always, but we may
Cut thorns and thistles any day.
The Toiler
© Edgar Albert Guest
He swore that he'd be true to her,
If she would only marry him;
That as his wife, throughout his life
She'd never know a moment grim.
To a Little Maid - by a Politician
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Come with me, little maid,
Nay, shrink not, thus afraid -
Contrasted Songs: Song Of Margaret
© Jean Ingelow
Ay, I saw her, we have met,
Married eyes how sweet they be
Unofficial
© Edith Nesbit
ONE morning, my heart can remember,
I sat dreaming there,
In the 'governor's' chair
In the office. The month was November,
And the weather a subject for prayer.
Hymn Written For The Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Of The Reorganization Of The Boston Young Mens Christ
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
OUR Father! while our hearts unlearn
The creeds that wrong thy name,
Still let our hallowed altars burn
With Faith's undying flame!
The Author's Early Life
© Julia A Moore
I will write a sketch of my early life,
It will be of childhood day,
A Thanksgiving Poem
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The sun hath shed its kindly light,
Our harvesting is gladly o'er
Our fields have felt no killing blight,
Our bins are filled with goodly store.
Look Home
© Robert Southwell
Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights,
As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ;
Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights,
A brief wherein all marvels summed lie,
Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store,
Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more.
