index to first lines of the penguin book of modern american verse, selected with an introduction and notes by geoffrey moore, h-m

here lies a lady of beauty and high degree here where the wind is always north-north-east he stroked the cats on account of a specific cause i am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains of the nation i do not know much about gods i hate my verses, every line, everyContinue reading “index to first lines of the penguin book of modern american verse, selected with an introduction and notes by geoffrey moore, h-m”