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, ...
BEHOLD, the harvest is at hand;And thick on the encircling hillsThe sheaves like an encampment stand,Making a martial fairy-landThat half ...
Fresh from piano, school, and books, A happy girl with rosy looks Young Plowman wooed and won; despite Her pretty, pouting prejudice, Her deep ...
WHEN I'm at gran'dad's on the farm, I hear along 'bout six o'clock,Just when I'm feelin' snug an' warm, 'Ho, Bobby, come ...
You kin talk erbout yo' 'lasses an' yo' steamin' buckwheat cakes,'Bout yo' eisters fried in crackers, an' yo' juicy hot ...
1 I came from Alabama2 wid my ban jo on my knee,3 I'm g'wan to Louisiana,4 My true love for ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it downhere in an iron carOn a long cable; here the ships ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird, And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird,And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
Summer nights at Grandpa's--ain't they soft and still!Just the curtains rustlin' on the window-sill,And the wind a-blowin', warm and wet ...
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If ever the time comes for me to dieTake a white birchwood table out there to the river,Set it up ...
I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten; ...
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he ...
(After Walt Whitman.) That light, that white, that weird, uncanny substance we call snow Is slowly sifting ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down here in an iron car On a long cable; here ...
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1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
1 COME up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete; And come to the front door, mother-here's ...
1 GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling; Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red ...
1THERE was a late autumn cricket, And two smoldering mountain sunsets Under the valley roads of her eyes. There was ...
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