Minnetonka (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
I sit once more on breezy shore, at sunset in this glorious June,I hear the dip of gleaming oar, I ...
I sit once more on breezy shore, at sunset in this glorious June,I hear the dip of gleaming oar, I ...
April deliciousYoung, sunny maiden,Arch, gusty, capricious,With fresh flowers laden,After dead winter longThrill us with sweet bird-song,After dry March's drought,Blow from ...
Dear Alice! you'll laugh when you know it, --Last week, at the Duchess's ball,I danced with the clever new poet, ...
A missionary from the Mau Mau told me.There are spores blowing from space.He has himself seen an amazing botanyspringing the ...
Softly the breezes dance o'er the meadows, Wafting the perfume of sweet-scented May; Flecked are the green fields with sunshine and shadows, Telling ...
Around this lovely valley riseThe purple hills of Paradise.O, softly on yon banks of haze,Her rosy face the Summer lays!Becalmed ...
Lovely , laughing May is here May o' the South with blue eyes clear.Winsome smile, and balmy breath.Round her brows a ...
THE stork who worms and frogs devoursThat in our ponds reside,Why should he dwell on high church-towers,With which he's not ...
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
I.In ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,A narrow pass there is, with Houses low;Where ever and anon, the Stream ...
In the hollow, by the pollard, where the crop is tall and rank Of the dock-leaf and the nettle growing ...
The Musmee has brown-velvet eyes, Curtained with satin, sleepily; You wonder if those lids would rise The newest, strangest sight ...
A ghost is roaming through the building,And shadows in the attic browse;Persistently intent on mischiefA goblin roams about the house.He ...
AS many as your moods are, they exist:As many as your flickering moments are,So many are your vanishing selves, afar.As ...
The sky is like a blue jellyfish.And all around are fields, rolling meadows--Peaceful world, you great mousetrap,Would that I might ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
THE stork who worms and frogs devours That in our ponds reside, Why should he dwell on high church-towers, With ...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now ...
In elder days, in Saturn's prime, Ere baldness seized the head of Time, While truant Jove, in infant pride, Play'd ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
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