Posts by Kathryn McCary
The day is done, and darkness
From the wing of night is
The day is done, and darkness From the wing of night is loosed, As a feather is wafted downward, From a chicken going to roost. I see the lights of t...
The day is done, and darkness From the wing of night is loosed, As a feather is wafted downward, From a chicken going to roost. I see the lights of t...
XLII.
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
Came stealing
XLII. And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape, Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste...
XLII. And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape, Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the trouble...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the trouble...
O precious codex, volume, tome,
Book, writing, compilation,
O precious codex, volume, tome, Book, writing, compilation, work Attend the while I pen a pome, A jest, a jape, a quip, a quirk. For I would pen, eng...
O precious codex, volume, tome, Book, writing, compilation, work Attend the while I pen a pome, A jest, a jape, a quip, a quirk. For I would pen, eng...
O who can ever gaze his fill,
Farmer and fisherman say,
On
O who can ever gaze his fill, Farmer and fisherman say, On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on the hand? Father, grandfather ...
O who can ever gaze his fill, Farmer and fisherman say, On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on the hand? Father, grandfather ...
/The Great Quillow/, continued:
The lamplighter turned out the
/The Great Quillow/, continued: The lamplighter turned out the last street light, the sun rose, the crickets stopped calling and the clock struck fiv...
/The Great Quillow/, continued: The lamplighter turned out the last street light, the sun rose, the crickets stopped calling and the clock struck fiv...
Oh ! I did love her dearly,
And gave her toys and rings,
And I
Oh ! I did love her dearly, And gave her toys and rings, And I thought she meant sincerely, When she took my pretty things. But her heart has grown...
Oh ! I did love her dearly, And gave her toys and rings, And I thought she meant sincerely, When she took my pretty things. But her heart has grown...
This type of song is supposed to be sad, more than sad; it is
This type of song is supposed to be sad, more than sad; it is supposed to capture the poignant sadness of the instant when the gazelle, trapped by the...
This type of song is supposed to be sad, more than sad; it is supposed to capture the poignant sadness of the instant when the gazelle, trapped by the...
"certain maxims of archy," continued:
if monkey glands
did
"certain maxims of archy," continued: if monkey glands did restore your youth what would you do with it question mark just what you did before interr...
"certain maxims of archy," continued: if monkey glands did restore your youth what would you do with it question mark just what you did before interr...
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