At The Mill (Freeman Edwin Miller Poems)
The water-wheel goes 'round and 'round With heavy sighs of mournful sound, While dismal cries and weary moans Unite with ...
The water-wheel goes 'round and 'round With heavy sighs of mournful sound, While dismal cries and weary moans Unite with ...
Oh, the little creek Coonana, How clear it runs and cold Where "Conn of the hundred battles" Fought ...
The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring;The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it growsInto the full-eyed fair unblushing rose;The ...
The leafless branch and meadow sere, The dull and leaden skies,Join with the mournful wind and drearIn dirges for ...
Ye sad musicians of the wood,Whose dirges fill the solitude,Whose minor strains and melodiesAre wafted on the whispering breeze,Whose plaintive ...
We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me! Your summer wind was warm enough-yet the air I breathed froze me; A ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
What I was doing with my white teeth exposed like that on the side of the road I don't know, ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Oh, I was born a lyric babe (That last word is a bore - It's only rhyme is astrolabe," Whose ...
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead -- When the cloud is scattered, The rainbow's ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
WHEN the lamp is shatter'd, The light in the dust lies dead; When the cloud is scatter'd, The rainbow's glory ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
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