Youth (James Wright Poems)
Strange bird,His song remains secret.He worked too hard to read books.He never heard how Sherwood AndersonGot out of it, and ...
Strange bird,His song remains secret.He worked too hard to read books.He never heard how Sherwood AndersonGot out of it, and ...
O meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
THOUGH long by fate's austere decree remov'dFrom scenes still pleasing, and from friends still lov'd,I see low shelter'd in my ...
I take the letter up with anxious eyes, And open it with beating heart, and there,Within the folded sheet before ...
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman's overalls on. I ...
Farewell and adieu to you, Brisbane ladiesFarewell and adieu, you maids of ToowongWe've sold all our cattle and we have ...
Thank you, Sir John; though it's a little strangeTo thank the torturer who makes no change.Thank you. Sir John, you've ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
We are the workers in the fields, the orchards the streets, the squares his workers in God's vineyard the world ...
Not the one sovereign far less than God the creator of heaven and earth Humans he made servants below each ...
While we are stewards living in the garden walking on this earth upon this mortal coil This is His creation ...
Humble, dependent presenting ourselves as a small child answering the savior's call My father's steadying hand before me His face ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was ...
John Anderson, my jo John, When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was ...
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men-and the baby hard to find a father for! What will the good Father in Heaven ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
(ROOSEVELT) He turned aside to see the carcase of the lion: and behold, there was a swarm of bees and ...
There was a man lived quite near us; He had a wooden leg and a goldfinch in a green cage. ...
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