(1916)
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The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists