Stonewall Jackson (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THE fashions and the forms of men decay,The seasons perish, the calm sunsets die,Ne'er with the same bright pomp of ...
THE fashions and the forms of men decay,The seasons perish, the calm sunsets die,Ne'er with the same bright pomp of ...
Of all the doctors I could cite you to in this-'ere town Doc Sifers is my favorite, jes' take him up ...
Tyrannic Circumstance! whose jealous powerGuards every turn, and watches every hour,With secret influences controlling stillThe conduct, and the spirits, and ...
I was suddenly back in bristleswhen I saw the egret floating,a stretched spline thrown downor just knocked off. The threatwas ...
My mind and heart both love you utterly.And so each thought of mine is doubly yours,And all my will about ...
Since number needs, let our convention beMore large and simple here, more profitably free.(William Baylebridge)
"Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked ...
TO MY READERS,-MY Life has been a wild, strange life,Now lulled in love-now wrapt in strife;I've had my dreams as ...
When old ADAM bit the apple, And thereafter had to grappleWith hard toil to earn ...
READ BEFORE THE NATIONAL CONVENTION OF MEXICAN WAR VETERANS, JANUARY 16, 1874. "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND!" How many ...
When the white rose and the red spill their leaves upon the way, Make a scented path to tread through ...
STAID sires of maids divine, they strut, rotund,Climax of culture and peace, these fattedmagnates,Who wallow through the towns their torpor ...
i don't know what you're up to yet but for me you wouldn't exist (not on this page anyway - ...
As was remembered, four score and seven years later our nation, a new nation was brought forward; but not by ...
Beeropolis rises each summer like a revival convention on the Oak Bluffs meeting grounds A city of coolers, campers, and ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
(To Grandma) Convention will fail us, grandma dear One of these days, as another birthday is drawing near I hope ...
I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors' continual cry Growing ...
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he'd be teaching at a small college in the Pacific Northwest ...
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