id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
47144	Graves, Robert	Over the Brazier			.txt	text/plain	3813	413	97	Put it down my neck with quick hands like a lover And turned to watch if the old man saw it go. With great big splendid words a sentence long. We huddle together like birds in a storm: The breath of night blows soft indeed, Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. For forty nights and days All day, all night, and jars and tears the ground; To-day I killed a tiger near my shack But _she_ says the look of the Moon drives people mad, I like the stars, and especially the Big Bear And I know one day it'll do me some dreadful thing. And feel, like grey-beards touching their fourscore, And warms the heart like wine at Easter-tide; Even good Christians don't like passing straight	./cache/47144.txt	./txt/47144.txt