Blueberry Stories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A moment of panic assuaged by the promise the musing, the utterance Oh, she'll come back, with "Blueberry Stories" And ...
A moment of panic assuaged by the promise the musing, the utterance Oh, she'll come back, with "Blueberry Stories" And ...
This docile one inter While we who dare to live Arraign the sunny brevity That sparkled to the Grave. On ...
These -- saw Visions -- Latch them softly -- These -- held Dimples -- Smooth them slow -- This -- ...
The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy ...
Summer has two Beginnings -- Beginning once in June -- Beginning in October Affectingly again -- Without, perhaps, the Riot ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
None who saw it ever told it 'Tis as hid as Death Had for that specific treasure A departing breath ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
Delayed till she had ceased to know -- Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay -- ...
By a departing light We see acuter, quite, Than by a wick that stays. There's something in the flight That ...
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- The Maple's loom is red -- My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but ...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today -- So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away -- Oozed ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
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