Valedictory On Leaving San Francisco, California. (James Madison Bell Poems)
There is no cord, however strong, That time will not its fibers rend,Nor weary road, however long, But constant march will find ...
There is no cord, however strong, That time will not its fibers rend,Nor weary road, however long, But constant march will find ...
Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag!Emblem of hope to all the misruled world:Thy ...
One nightone night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings; one nightin which fantastic fireflies burnt in the ...
Searching for pillowcases trimmedwith lace that my mother-in-lawonce made, I open the chest of drawersupstairs to find that micehave chewed ...
Blessed is the One who lifts the slow sunabove this morning's raw orange edge,who moves the ewe to nudge her ...
First, two white arms that held him very close,And ever closer as he drew him backReluctantly, the loose gold-colored hairA ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
Fair dreamer with the brand of fire,A little respite grant, I pray,Before you toss me on the pyreTo burn my ...
Muse! Rise, and plume thy Feet, and let's convers This Mor'n together: Let's rehers Last Evening's Sweets; and run one ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear ...
Woven threads, back and forth weaving a story, a rich fabric strong fibers, bright colors words repeating the message the ...
Slowing my pace, short walk home, around the side of the church Slowing to see the glistening, crystals, the fibers ...
He was our witness, one of our elders, telling a tapestry reading the threads of the story different fibers woven ...
Living fibers hairs and legs tendrils, radiating outward downward to the depths like albino house centipedes bursting for attention in ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
The ticket settles on my desk: a paper tongue pronouncing "Go away;" a flattened seed from which a thousand-mile leap ...
One night one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings; one night in which fantastic fireflies ...
Fibers, flesh. Electricity transudes through a sigh. Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core: swooshing of curtains, temples ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
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