Some Of Farmer Stebbin’s Opinions (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
YON whey-faced brother, who delights to wearA weedy flux of ill-conditioned hair,Seems of the sort that in a crowded placeOne ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and ...
THE proudest now is but my peer,The highest not more high;To-day, of all the weary year,A king of men am ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
The veil was rent, and mundane Time merged in Eternity;And I beheld the End of Things. I heard the Last ...
I stood in the street in the noontide, precisely at midday time,For the loud-mouthed bells of the G.P.O. had that ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
He was just a small church parson when the war broke out, and heLooked and dressed and acted like all ...
You may talk of stylish raiment, You may boast your broadcloth fine,And the price you gave in payment ...
(AFTER SPENSER)Lo! where the castle of bold Pfeiffer throwsIts sullen shadow on the rolling tide,--No more the home where joy ...
Last night I rode with Touchstone on a busFrom Ludgate Hill to World's End. It was he!Despite the broadcloth and ...
A shady friend for torrid daysIs easier to findThan one of higher temperatureFor frigid hour of mind.The vane a little ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A shady friend -- for Torrid days -- Is easier to find -- Than one of higher temperature For Frigid ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
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