December (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
'TIS over, Moses! All is lost!I hear the bells a-ringing;Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea hostI hear the Free-Wills singing.*We're ...
Bonny little Blue-bells Mid young brackens green,'Neath the hedgerows peeping Modestly between;Telling us that Summer Is not far away,When your beauties blend with Blossoms ...
ROUND de meadows am a-ringingDe darkeys' mournful song,While de mocking-bird am singing,Happy as de day am long.Where de ivy am ...
There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France(Oh, don't you hear the honking of a British motor-car?)-Like any quiet gentleman ...
DEAR heart, good-night!Nay, list awhile that sweet voice singingWhen the world is all so bright,And the sound of song sets ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
Powdered and perfumed the full beeWinged heavily across the clover,And where the hills were dim with dew,Purple and blue the ...
O good old Year! this night's your last.And must you go? With you I've passedSome days that bear revision.For these ...
O the chatter, chatter, chatter, Of the things that do not matter. Little wordy things that clatter, Restless feet that ...
COMES there now a mighty rally From the weald and from the coast,Down from cliff and up from valley, ...
1 I met a child upon the moor A-wading down the heather; She put her hand ...
" A BIRD in my bower Sat calling, a-calling; A bird answered low from the garden afar. ...
By Ribble's gleaming riverThe morning mists are grey,Where the dew-drowned copses quiverWith the deepening green of May.And it's hey to ...
Widershins and round about Among the gorse and whin!Open, gates o' Fairyland, Ope and let me in!Cold ...
1.Oh, my chariot is swinging,Jesus, bring it near,Soft I hear the harp a-ringing,Jesus, bring it near,All my troubles are a-dying,Low ...
MARY, Mistress Mary, How does your garden grow? From your uplands airy, Mary, Mistress Mary, Float the chimes of faery ...
Full fifty merry maids I heard One summer morn a-singing; And each was like a joyous bird With spring-clear not ...
The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, There's five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot, So ...
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