A Ballad of the Death of Thomas Pepyse, Tailor
A sluggish man with naugh
poetry
Prelude 4
Afternoons
Legend
Whoever is washed ashore at that place
Lines on a Platonic Friendship
Virtue was the sunset creeping in the grass
Time in a Public Ward
As life goes on to worse and worse
Cathleen Sweeping
The wind blows, and with a little broom
Cafe Politics in Spring
I read some famous Montenegrin duke
Holiday
' Quebec roads are damned tricky. '
Parting
What's the use if we should walk
Lament
What moved me, was the way your hand
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