Jamie’s Puzzle (Frances Ellen Watkins Poems)
For me a dimness slowly creepsAround earth's fairest light,But heaven grows clearer to my view,And fairer to my sight.It may ...
For me a dimness slowly creepsAround earth's fairest light,But heaven grows clearer to my view,And fairer to my sight.It may ...
For me a dimness slowly creepsAround earth's fairest light,But heaven grows clearer to my view,And fairer to my sight.It may ...
DOWN-SLIPPING Time, sweet, swift, and shallow stream, Here, like a boulder, lies this afternoon Across your eager flow. So you ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
BY the dark rolling tide of the world's troubled waters,I sat down and wept on the willowy shore;For the sin ...
574My first well Day - since many ill -I asked to go abroad,And take the Sunshine in my hands,And see ...
My soul; is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird,And all because, through fortune's jar, ...
In the deep cloister of the night, a nun, My gentle Love, thou walk'st; and from thy soul All traces ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
No, my friends, I shall never be an ascetic, whatever you may say. I shall never be and ascetic if ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...
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