The Story-Book Boy (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
Oh, the story-book boy! he's a wonderful youth,A prodigy reeking with goodness and truth;As brave as a lion, as wise ...
Oh, the story-book boy! he's a wonderful youth,A prodigy reeking with goodness and truth;As brave as a lion, as wise ...
Strange, is it not, beloved, that even as I lay my cheek to thine,Even as my eyes behold thine, even ...
Say prickly pears had roots which found out water,had branches bursting out in sulphur flame.Wanderers traipsing from a cracked sierramunched ...
Christ! Man! Dusts!Yet upon the day that He hath spokenHangeth the hope of eons that proceed!Christ! Man! Flesh!The mouthing of ...
Am I a slave upon a dun-dust path,Weighted sore, bourne low of Sorrow's plying?Set on my way by One who ...
I shall lend mine ear, Lord, listening.No confusion of the day shall appall me,Neither the awesome expanse of night.I shall ...
To decay, to become mould, dank mould,Green-lipped, festered; to become dust-To be thwarted asunder by the hand of time-To be ...
Oh, ye winged folk, art thouSweet dreaming of my brothers taking wing?Ye butterflies of rainbow cloth,Art thou the fleeing ghosts ...
They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:When comes the season of decay, they both decideUpon sweet, husky cats to ...
The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,Look! little beads of green begin to grow,And hidden flowers have dated their ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
He said his legs were stiff and sore ...
The Lady Poverty was fair:But she has lost her looks of late,With change of times and change of air.Ah slattern, ...
In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quivershadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.In the wasteland of solitude, from ...
My friend is lodging high in the Eastern Range,Dearly loving the beauty of valleys and hills.At green Spring he lies ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty, He chased a wild horse, he caught him and rode him, ...
My friend is lodging high in the Eastern Range, Dearly loving the beauty of valleys and hills. At green Spring ...
Go, dumb-born book, Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes: Hadst thou but song As thou hast ...
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