Improvement. (Hattie Howard Poems)
Along the avenue I pass Huge piles of wood and stone, And glance at each amorphous mass, Whose cumbrous weight has crushed the ...
Along the avenue I pass Huge piles of wood and stone, And glance at each amorphous mass, Whose cumbrous weight has crushed the ...
Looking into the windows that doom has brokenWhere the vague star illumines death and dustAnd the shadows of actions whose ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
YOURSELF most composite,Chequered with day and night,What secret thing are you? -Behold that sky of blue:All that you hear and ...
Whence, O my soul! and wherefore, art thou come?Mysterious inmost! tell me what art thou?Where in the by-gone ages was ...
A lovelorn microbe met by chance At a swagger bacteroidal dance A proud bacillian belle, and she Was first of ...
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the ...
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