Fritz Learns About Canada (Abner Cosens Poems)
Vot's de use for some beeples to blow, Und to make some beeg fools mit demselves Ven ...
Vot's de use for some beeples to blow, Und to make some beeg fools mit demselves Ven ...
IT is the mellow seasonWhen gold enchantment liesOn stream and road and woodland,To gladden soul's surmise.The little old grey homesteadsAre ...
An amphitheatre of purple hillsAnd emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam,Flooded with golden light that crowns and fills ...
There is a land where summer skiesAre gleaming with a thousand dyesBlending in witching harmonies,in harmonies;and grassy knoll and forest ...
LIBERTY? Is that the cry, then?We have heard it oft of yore.Once it had, we think, a meaning;Let us hear ...
AND art thou come again, Oh Night,I know thee by thy starry crown,And by the mists of violet lightWhich gather ...
The rally round the mother-land Is spreading far and near,For to every loyal Englishman That mother-land is dear.Although ...
My house is low and small,But behind a row of trees,I catch the golden fallOf the sunset in the seas;And ...
Imprimis he was "broke." Thereafter left His Regiment and, later, took to drink; Then, having lost the balance of his ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
I Remember all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay, And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the "Flying Gang". 'Twas a chosen ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
You too return, along with days gone, and flow again, my blue rivers, to carry on the songs of washerwomen, ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A ...
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