The Wind Of Winter (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The Winter Wind, the wind of death,Who knocked upon my door,Now through the keyhole entereth,Invisible and hoar:He breathes around his ...
The Winter Wind, the wind of death,Who knocked upon my door,Now through the keyhole entereth,Invisible and hoar:He breathes around his ...
I Winter without And warmth within; The winds may shout And the storm begin; The snows may pack At the window pane, And the skies grow black, And ...
It is true, that even in the best-run stateSuch things will happen; it is true,What's done is done. The law, ...
_(Grandfather, musing.)_In childish days! O memory, You bring such curious things to me!--Laughs to the lip--tears to the eye,In looking on ...
All day the clouds hung ashen with the cold;And through the snow the muffled waters fell;The day seemed drowned in ...
Ah, very, very poor was she-- Old Dame Pig, with her children three! Robust, beautiful little ones ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
When hawthorn buds are creaming white, And the red foolscap all stuck with may,Then lasses walk with eyes alight, And ...
1.COME, we 'll light the parlor fire;Winter sets in sharp and rough.Wood is dear, but coal's provided,For three months, I ...
Years ago in 1960, Shakespeare used to tell his kidsHeaven smiles upon the Irish, but gives the money to the ...
Susannah and Mary-JaneTWO little Darlings alone,Clinging hand in hand;Two little Girls come outTo see the wonderful land!Here round the flaring ...
It ain' the ringing of the bellwhich calls me back to skule once more;it ain't that i must lurn to ...
Last year he wanted building blocks, And picture books and toys,A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games ...
At four o'clock in late OctoberI sat alone in the country school-houseBack from the road 'mid stricken fields,And an eddy ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank ...
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as ...
At four o'clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road 'mid stricken fields, ...
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