The Satin Bower-Bird (C J Dennis Poems)
Spare a bloom of blue, lady, To adorn a bower.A violet will do, lady - Any azure flower.Since ...
Spare a bloom of blue, lady, To adorn a bower.A violet will do, lady - Any azure flower.Since ...
Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot;Not upon the river reaches In a ...
A SEA of splendor in the West, Purple, and pearl, and gold, With milk-white ships of cloud, whose sails Slowly ...
Don't call to me father.wherever you are I'mstill your little sonrunning through the dark.I couldn't do what you say.even if ...
i ran along the yellow sandand made the sea gulls flyi chased them down the waters edgei chased them up ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
The pure products of America go crazy- mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its ...
Where sunshine flecks the green, Through towering woods my way Goes winding all the day. Scant are the flowers that ...
COOL your heels on the rail of an observation car. Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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