Vision of War (Lincoln Colcord Poems)
1.I went out into the night of quiet stars;I looked up at the wheeling heavens, at the mysterious firmament;I thought ...
1.I went out into the night of quiet stars;I looked up at the wheeling heavens, at the mysterious firmament;I thought ...
A TREMULOUS word, a lingering hand, the burningOf restless passion smoldering--so we part;Ah, slowly from the dark the world is ...
Rotting in the wet gray airthe railroad depot stands deserted understill green trees. In the fieldscold begins an end.There were ...
IAct first, scene first. A study. Of a kind Half cell, half salon, opulent yet grave;Rare books, low-shelved, yet far ...
Oh ! the shearing is all over, And the wool is coming down,And I mean to get a ...
You've read the story of Jesse Jamesof how he lived and died.If you're still in need;of something to read,here's the ...
IN parting from a dear old friend for months, perhaps, or years, There's bound to be some bitter sobs, an' ...
Life is like a mountain railroad, with an engineer that's brave;We must make the run successful, from the cradle to ...
We used to think her frivolous-you know howparents are,A little quick to see the faults and petty flawsthat marThe girl ...
Ho! preachers of His Gospel whoSalvation came to bring,Rest from your labors for awhile,And join our gathering!Ye servants of the ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Sam Small had retired from the Army, In the old Duke of Wellington's time, So when present unpleasantness started, He ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
Would 'any woman' find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
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