Her Heritage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A piece of her past conjured up in the haze of the burning sage, the haunting sounds of the wolf, ...
A piece of her past conjured up in the haze of the burning sage, the haunting sounds of the wolf, ...
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
A living Ansel Adams tableau white birches stretching heavenward over a winter scene of white on white A monochromatic world ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp ...
'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way -- Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- ...
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies And Lads and Girls -- Was laughter and ability and Sighing And Frocks ...
If I had been a Heathen, I'd have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
1 Star that bringest home the bee, 2 And sett'st the weary labourer free! 3 If any star shed peace, ...
Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free! If any star shed peace, 'tis thou, That ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
I Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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