What Makes Your Leaves Fall Down (Edwin Waugh Poems)
What makes your leaves fall downYe drooping autumn flow'rsWhat makes your green go brownYe fading autumn bow'rsOh! Thou complaining galeThat ...
What makes your leaves fall downYe drooping autumn flow'rsWhat makes your green go brownYe fading autumn bow'rsOh! Thou complaining galeThat ...
My stain of earth hath mingled with the stream Of love that kisses thus thy ivory feet-- Perennial fountain, ever ...
In a valley of this restless mindI sought in mountain and in mead.Trusting a true love for to find.Upon a ...
I was always a natural slobI liked to lay upon the bedin undershirt (stained, ofcourse) (and with cigaretteholes)shoes offbeer bottle ...
WHERE the green ivy twining,Binds round the burn's brow,I heard a voice complainingIn numbers sad and low." Alas! she's gone ...
"If I must die, The earth is inarticulate to sing The dirge I crave: The sorrow of the murmur-laden wave, ...
I seldom hear a thoughtful Briton speakBut he will start complaining of the State:'The State is brutal, and the State ...
That tree said I don't like that white car under me, it smells gasoline That other tree next to it ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
YOUNG JAMIE, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain, Thro' a' our lasses he did ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
v.1-14 C. M. The sufferings of Christ for our salvation. "Save me, O God, the swelling floods Break in upon ...
We must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
His wet white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low ...
Aug. 12. 1653. Jehovah to my words give ear My meditation waigh The voyce of my complaining hear My King ...
Lord, help me to grow as the wildflowers grow be it a meadow or a crack in cement. Despite the ...
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