Why is Blue, Blue (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Why is the color blue, blue why is red, red you get the idea, the idea of color but why ...
Why is the color blue, blue why is red, red you get the idea, the idea of color but why ...
A little peach in the orchard grew,-- A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by ...
I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch ...
The Angle of a Landscape -- That every time I wake -- Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ...
Step lightly on this narrow spot -- The broadest Land that grows Is not so ample as the Breast These ...
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray -- Velvet people from Vevay -- Balles from some lost summer day -- Bees exclusive ...
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells -- Deep dug -- for Summer days -- Where Mosses go no ...
I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- But You have enough -- of those -- ...
But little Carmine hath her face -- Of Emerald scant -- her Gown -- Her Beauty -- is the love ...
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting -- sings! Whose galleries -- are Sunrise -- Whose Opera -- the Springs ...
There came a wind like a bugle It quivered through the GRASS, And a green chill upon the heat So ...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms -- And leaves the Shreds behind -- Oh Housewife in the Evening West -- Come ...
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel -- A Resonance of Emerald -- A Rush of Cochineal -- And ...
To the tune of "Lamentation" It was far into the night when, intoxicated, I took off my ornaments; The plum ...
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
On the desert A silence from the moon's deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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