Kentucky Belle (Constance Fenimore Woolson Poems)
Summer of 'sixty-three, sir, and Conrad was gone away—Gone to the country town, sir, to sell our first load of ...
Summer of 'sixty-three, sir, and Conrad was gone away—Gone to the country town, sir, to sell our first load of ...
A Wee, wee woman Was little old Dame Fidget, And she lived by herself In a wee, ...
Och ! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary. Sure, I don't know it now, I'm so ...
Three little kittens, black, white and gray, Went out in the garden one morning to play. Said the white one, ...
In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot—The cream in a pot on the shelf,Where everything always seemed peaceful and ...
I want no horns to rouse me up to-night, And trumpets make too clamorous a ring To fit my mood, ...
By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue Towards her door I went, And sunset on her window-panes Reflected our intent. The creeper ...
I Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past ...
our beings, not just our forms coaxed from the clay, by the hands of the potter the breath of God ...
His bow coaxed, mournfully sad notes of the people hope couched, shadowed sorrow of the chosen, history of the nation ...
A rock thrown in the pond, full force, or maybe, just maybe, thousands of pebbles, hurled, dropped, even gently coaxed ...
Shyanne said she gets to be Officially Foss, her little sister said she would be my daughter officially. Funny the ...
In the dark of the empty sanctuary he toiled, alone, refining his skill preparing himself, by drill and practice to ...
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
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