A Home Idyl (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
I.OVER the valley the storm-clouds blow,Dark and low;The wild air whitens with flying snow.Through the timber two lovers ride,Side by ...
I.OVER the valley the storm-clouds blow,Dark and low;The wild air whitens with flying snow.Through the timber two lovers ride,Side by ...
ON READING A FAMILY HISTORY.OPEN lies the book before me: in a realm obscure as dreamsI can trace the pale ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
FROM the house of desolation,From the doors of lamentation,I went forth into the midnight and the vistas of the moon;Where ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
In little Gram Court lives old man Gram,The patriarch of the place;Where often you'll see his face,Eager and greedy, peering ...
WHEN we were farm boys, years ago,I dare not tell how many,When, strange to say, the fairest dayWas often dark ...
'T IS Pleasant, indeed,As the letters readOn the guideboard at the crossing.Over the streetThe branches meet,Gently swaying and tossing.Through its ...
TO Nature, in her shop one day, at work compounding simples,Studying fresh tints for Beauty's cheeks, or new effects in ...
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