A Spring Rain Song (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He was hidden in the nascent emerging buds of the lilac branches, singing his ornate, urgent, compelling song to the ...
He was hidden in the nascent emerging buds of the lilac branches, singing his ornate, urgent, compelling song to the ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of ...
Dey is times in life when Nature Seems to slip a cog an' go, Jes' a-rattlin' down creation, Lak an ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
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