The Driver (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
Part FirstYou'll recall, if you're strong on historical stuff, The name of that highly deluded old fluff Who chartered a ...
Three days I heard them grieve when I lay dead, (It was so strange to me that they should weep!) ...
"Bill Dwiggins had been Billy thirty years,A boyish name which piqued his clever wife,As if her man were ticketed light-weightOut ...
Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker frowned, And his frown was ill to see."Oddsfish!" he spake, "Do I mistake? Stands 'And' ...
ON the beach at Otahai You remember, you and I, And the rollers on the bars, And the moonlight and ...
When I was young, said old George Jones (And rumbling from his bearded lips,His deep voice boomed in measured tones) ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Jeremy hit the ball today, over the fence and far away. So very, very far away a neighbor had to ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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