O. W. Holmes On His Eightieth Birth-Day (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Climbing a path which leads back never moreWe heard behind his footsteps and his cheer;Now, face to face, we greet ...
Climbing a path which leads back never moreWe heard behind his footsteps and his cheer;Now, face to face, we greet ...
THE azure-plumed Delphiniums are at rest;The tall Anchusas bear but pods of seed;But here are beauties of another breed,And who ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
? Maxime du CampIFor the child, in love with globe, and stamps,the universe equals his vast appetite.Ah! How great the ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
The afterglow fades and the daylight is failing,Deep gloom settles over the valley so wide;The slow moving column of cattle ...
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city? Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day. I said ...
An old western town lay asleep in the sunOf a long summer day that was then almost done.The shadows were ...
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander ...
A magic wrought of dying dreams A wizard light that creeps and glows;Painting grey hills and sluggish streams In tints ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
His face, countenance radiant shining with his glory bathed in the light of God shining upon his face Entering into ...
Something different, particular a May shower, the other day, not July; certainly not March a specific sound, a definite smell ...
A story many of us can ably attest praising for the ones, the women in our lives not the ideal, ...
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
For Horace Gregory After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
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