Old (Ralph Hoyt Poems)
By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat a hoary pilgrim, sadly musing;Oft I marked him sitting there alone. All the landscape, ...
By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat a hoary pilgrim, sadly musing;Oft I marked him sitting there alone. All the landscape, ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged,The station hands are riding still And they are little changed.But I ...
when your mother can rise from her placeon the pew during the early service,early enough that the sun barely fills ...
Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?-No? Ah, well, Brief is the glory that hero ...
To town one day rode Solon Stiles,O'er weary roads and rocky miles,And thro' long lanes, whose dusty breath,Did nearly smother ...
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the ...
"His broad-brimmed hat pushed back with careless air, The proud vaquero sits his steed as free As winds that toss ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
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