The Barn from the Bedroom Window (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
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In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
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The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the ...
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God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
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But my Hiawatha's patience, His politeness and his patience, Unaccountably had vanished, And he left that happy party. Neither did ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
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I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
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Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
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