Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
As a child, they could not keep me from wells And old pumps with buckets and windlasses. I loved the ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
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Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
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