A November Wood-Walk (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils trace This wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the ...
As warm north rain breaks over suburb houses,Streaming on window glass, its drifting hazesCovering harbour ranges with a dense hood:I ...
I. I dreamed last night once more I stood Knee-deep in purple clover leas; Your old home glimmered thro' its wood Of dark and ...
The sea here used to lookAs if many convicts had built it,Standing deep in their ankle chains,Ankle-deep in the water, ...
TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--they drop the ...
Low hidden in among the forest trees An artist's tilted easel, ankle-deep In tousled ferns and mosses, and in these A fluffy water-spaniel, ...
Listen to the Poet's story Of an ancient bell,Freighted with its wreaths of glory, With its fate as well:On Alhambra's ...
On Cape Misenum shone a palace fair Among the laurels by the summer sea; Long colonnades, and wondrous artistry, And ...
Is this the road that climbs above and bendsRound what was once a chalk-pit: now it isBy accident an amphitheatre.Some ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
Oh, there ain't no band to cheer us up, there ain't no 'Ighland pipersTo keep our warlike ardure warm round ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still, Ten fishermen waiting-they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-they drop ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head; The little room where you and ...
Out of the church she followed them With a lofty step and mien: His bride was like a village maid, ...
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