Touched my family (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the ...
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, -- No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell', And ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that ...
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
"Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; Often have I been to it, Even to its highest ...
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; I have a Slimline brief-case and I use the ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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