The Watchers (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
Over the ridge at lastThere stood the sea, like a far blue towerThat held the sun, a great bell swung ...
Sometimes the strident reds and burning blues,The raw vermillions and magenta huesAre all too harsh.they persecute our eyes.So then, like ...
Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: --he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
I walked into the night-club in the morning; There was kummel on the handle of the door. The ashtrays were ...
How I love the working-class girls of Leeds, Their mile-wide smiles, eyes bright as beads, Their young breasts bobbing as ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
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