A Home Song (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I read within a poet's book A word that starred the page: "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor ...
I read within a poet's book A word that starred the page: "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor ...
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind ...
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election! Mine -- by the Royal Seal! Mine -- by the Sign ...
Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose wandering is ...
It was given to me by the Gods -- When I was a little Girl -- They given us Presents ...
Go not too near a House of Rose -- The depredation of a Breeze -- Or inundation of a Dew ...
The Wind begun to rock the Grass With threatening Tunes and low -- He threw a Menace at the Earth ...
How soft this Prison is How sweet these sullen bars No Despot but the King of Down Invented this repose ...
I never hear the word "escape" Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation A flying attitude! I never hear of ...
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- A Ribbon at a time -- The Steeples swam in Amethyst -- ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
To the tune "Courtyard Filled with Fragrance" Fragrant grass beside the pond green shade over the hall a clear cold ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
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