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The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageway… Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps
(The Dry Salvages—presumably les… — is a small group of rocks,… coast of Cape Ann, Massachu… to rhyme with assuages. Groa… I do not know much about gods; but…
En l’an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beu… Pipit sate upright in her chair Some distance from where I w… Views of the Oxford Colleges
Bustopher Jones is not skin and b… In fact, he’s remarkably fat. He doesn’t haunt pubs—he has eight… For he’s the St. James’s Street… He’s the Cat we all greet as he w…
Along the city streets It is still high tide, Yet the garrulous waves of life Shrink and divide With a thousand incidents
POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across the window—panes. In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the Word.
Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rent… Mais une nuit d’été, les voici à… A l’aise entre deux draps, chez de… La sueur aestivale, et une forte o… Ils restent sur le dos écartant le…
As she laughed I was aware of bec… in her laughter and being part of… teeth were only accidental stars w… for squad-drill. I was drawn in by… inhaled at each momentary recovery…
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Do… His name, as I ought to have told… Is really Asparagus. That’s such… To pronounce, that we usually call… His coat’s very shabby, he’s thin…
“A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long jou… The ways deep and the weather shar… The very dead of winter.”
THEY are rattling breakfast plat… And along the trampled edges of th… I am aware of the damp souls of ho… Sprouting despondently at area gat… The brown waves of fog toss up to…
Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke… Rode across the hills and broke th… The barren New England hills — Riding to hounds
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelee… The Original Conjuring Cat— (There can be no doubt about that)… Please listen to me and don’t scof… Inventions are off his own bat.
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi… est; caetera fumus—the gondola… palace was there, how charming… goats and monkeys, with such ha… countess passed on until she ca…
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious… If you offer him pheasant he would… If you put him in a house he would… If you put him in a flat then he’d… If you set him on a mouse then he…