You and You (Edith Wharton Poems)
TO THE AMERICAN PRIVATE IN THE GREAT WAR Every one of you won the war- You and you and you- ...
TO THE AMERICAN PRIVATE IN THE GREAT WAR Every one of you won the war- You and you and you- ...
This is the tale that the ChronicleTells of the wonderful miracleWrought by the pious Padre Serro,The very reverend Junipero.The heathen ...
Out of that high pavilionWhere the sick, wind-harassed sunIn the whiteness of the dayGhostly shone and stole away--Parched with the ...
Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country devastated! Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, desolated, Church and altar desecrated; ...
OH, the shambling sea is a sexton old,And well his work is done.With an equal grave for lord and knave,He ...
LIBERTY? Is that the cry, then?We have heard it oft of yore.Once it had, we think, a meaning;Let us hear ...
SAILORYou, who have compassed land and sea, Now all unburied lie;All vain your store of human lore, For you were ...
How calm, how beauteous and how cool— How like a sister to the skies,Appears the broad, transparent pool That in ...
Love had become a skeletonWhose every bleaching boneRattled with the passing winds,White and cold as stone.But she who once had ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
The cottages barren stripped of pretense no pain, no stain protecting them from the sun the wind, the waves the ...
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
Photograph negative her black arm: a diving porpoise, sprawled across the ice-banked pillow. Head: a sheet of falling water. Her ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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