The Death Of President Lincoln (Joseph Furphy Poems)
(A Romance.)December 11th, 1867.The fleecy clouds had passed awayBefore the bright approach of day,And now the morning's radiance shinesUpon an ...
(A Romance.)December 11th, 1867.The fleecy clouds had passed awayBefore the bright approach of day,And now the morning's radiance shinesUpon an ...
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in ...
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you ...
WRITTEN FOR THIS COLLECTION.FREIGHTED with passengers of every sort,A motley throng, thou leav'st the busy port.Thy long and ample deck, ...
SPIRIT of strength! to whom in wrath 'tis given,To mar the earth and shake its vasty dome,Behold the sombre robes ...
KULLERVO AS A SHEPHERD.Kullerwoinen, wizard-servantOf the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,Purchased slave from Untamoinen,Magic son with sky-blue stockings.,With a head of golden ringlets,In ...
"So was their sanctuary violated,So their fair college turned to hospital;At first with all confusion: by and bySweet order lived ...
_Hark! Hark!The dogs do bark!It's the socialists come to town,None in rags and none in tags,Swaggering up and down_.Sunday morning,And ...
Then trim the lights, my strange, strange child,And let the fagots glow;For more of these mysterious thingsI fear, yet long, ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
To make a perfect fish menu,The witches found they had to placeUpon this alcoholic baseGreat stacks of food and spices ...
The day is done; and, lo! the shades Melt 'neath Diana's mellow grace.Hark, how those deep, designing maids Feign terror ...
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of ...
The sounds all muffled under our hoods and hats cutting through, the distinctive noise hearing the greasy snow The pavement ...
The black heads, the white in the wings that haunting call, the loons echoing down the lake a Doppler chorus, ...
Camera and snowshoes, head down, focused on the little things, the tracks in the layered crust of snow, ice and ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
Ye Sons of Mars, it gives me great content To think there has been erected a handsome monument In memory ...
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