Meeting Grounds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
A HERMIT'S house beside a stream With forests planted round, Whatever it to you may seem More real happiness I ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
Come, let us find a cottage, love, That's green for half a mile around; To laugh at every grumbling bee, ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention ...
The grave my little cottage is, Where "Keeping house" for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble ...
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- Your Vision -- was in June -- And when Your little Lifetime ...
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love, And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee ...
The sun was black with judgment, and the moon Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: 'To me ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
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