Shall I See My Boy Again (Anonymous Americas Poems)
"Must I die so soon? ah, far away By blue Ohio's shore,A little group waits patiently Till this sad war ...
"Must I die so soon? ah, far away By blue Ohio's shore,A little group waits patiently Till this sad war ...
A Triton, drowsy as the god of Sleep, From horn uplifted pours a limpid stream Athwart whose falling drops the ...
She comes! again she comes, the bright-eyed moon!Under a ragged cloud I found her out,Clasping her own dark orb like ...
Five teams at plough, All at plough together . . .Red the beeches bough, Crisp and cold the ...
I've a black cat here in camp,As black as black can be,As bright-eyed, roguish scampAs ever you did see.I carried ...
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time, Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's sake-and ...
Such innocent companionship Is hers, whether she wake or sleep, 'Tis scarcely strange her face should wear The young child's ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
YES, friend, I own these tales of Arabia Smile not, as smiled their flawless originals, Age-old but yet untamed, for ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle ...
A pussy-cat who was the household pet for seventeen years. Naught but a little cat, you say; Yet we remember ...
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatness ...
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, Where ...
for J.A., December 3, 1975 Ashes that survive the aftermath of fire Bury the past bravely, retaining Only those messages ...
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