Afoot (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
Comes the lure of green things growing,Comes the call of waters flowing -And the wayfarer desireMoves and wakes and would ...
Comes the lure of green things growing,Comes the call of waters flowing -And the wayfarer desireMoves and wakes and would ...
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting; Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
There's a cry from out the loneliness -- oh, listen, Honey, listen! Do you hear it, do you fear it, ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
'Twas in the year 1715, and on the 10th of November, Which the people of Scotland have cause to remember; ...
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