Poems about House poems

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The Fair Maid Of Perth's House by William Topaz McGonagall

All ye good people, afar and near,To my request pray lend an ear;I advise you all without delay to goAnd see the Fair Maid's House - it is a rare show. Some of the chairs there are very grand,Th

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The House Of Dust: Part 04: 02: Death: A.. by Conrad Potter Aiken

The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office,And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowlyTowards the dazzling street.Her withered hand clings tightly to the railing.The long stairs

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over The.. by Conrad Potter Aiken

Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates,The slow wind flows, dreari

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight.. by Conrad Potter Aiken

Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towersThe golden lights go out . . .The yellow windows darken, the shades are drawn,In thousands of rooms we sleep, we await the dawn,We lie face dow

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain by Conrad Potter Aiken

You see that porcelain ranged there in the window—Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds,And tiny violets, and wreaths of ivy?See how the pattern clings to the gleaming edges!They

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulf.. by Conrad Potter Aiken

More towers must yet be built—more towers destroyed—Great rocks hoisted in air;And he must seek his bread in high pale sunlightWith gulls about him, and clouds just over his eyes . . .And so h

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09: Interlude by Conrad Potter Aiken

The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea. Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together. We sleep,

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06: Portrait.. by Conrad Potter Aiken

This is the house. On one side there is darkness,On one side there is light.Into the darkness you may lift your lanterns—O, any number—it will still be night.And here are echoing stairs to le

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody I.. by Conrad Potter Aiken

The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us,Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes;You strike a match and stare upon the flame.The tiny fire leaps in your eyes a moment,And dwindles away as s

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Grampa's House (Children) by C.J. Heck

I love to go to Grampa's house.He lives far, far away.It's hard to sit still in the carand it takes us two whole days.My Grampa's fun is different.He doesn't run and play.But grampa's fun is sp

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 03: Interlude by Conrad Potter Aiken

The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun fallsOn bright red roofs and walls;The trees in the park exhale a ghost of rain;We go from door to door in the streets again,Talking, laughing, dreami

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0012 The House Of Metaphor by Michael Shepherd

After you’ve negotiated that artfully-conceivedsharp elbow bend in the long, grand drivethrough the fields of its estate, and it hoves into view, you always gasp – this palace - no, more like

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