Fido (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Hark, the storm is raging high; Beat the breakers on the coast,And the wintry waters cry Like the wailing of a ghost.On ...
Hark, the storm is raging high; Beat the breakers on the coast,And the wintry waters cry Like the wailing of a ghost.On ...
Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars The real or fancied virtues of their foreign-made cigars; But I worship ...
Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean And so she thought she'd soak 'em in ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I'd choose me for a friend in need A ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
When I am old and worse for wear I want to buy a rocking-chair, And set it on a porch ...
Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over ...
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