The Old Bush School (John O Brien Poems)
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,Our hills are maple-crowned;But not from them our fathers choseThe village burying-ground.The dreariest ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird, And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird,And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
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