Christmas Tree (John Frederick Nims Poems)
This seablue fir that rode the mountain stormIs swaddled here in splints of tin to die.Sofas around in chubby velvet ...
This seablue fir that rode the mountain stormIs swaddled here in splints of tin to die.Sofas around in chubby velvet ...
At the time of the rebellion Between the north and south,Many a noble volunteer Kent county did send out.Among them was Chyler ...
"What shall we do, as years go by,And Peace remains a stranger —With Richmond yet in rebel hands,And Washington in ...
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
Fred And Bill. Two twins were once born in a Bedfordshire home; Such events in the best managed households may ...
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing, And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May —Oh! to ...
His comrades have enlisted, but his mother bids him stay, His soul is sick with coward shame, his head ...
We all are warriors with sin. Crusading knights,we come to earthWith spotless plumes and shining shields to joustwith foes and ...
I notice when the news comes in Of one who's claimed eternal glory, This simple phrase, "the ...
Sometimes I feel so passionate a yearningFor spiritual perfection here below,This vigorous frame, with healthful fervor burning,Seems my determined foe,So ...
His mother's eyes are saddened, and her cheeksare stained with tears,And I'm facing now the struggle that I'vedreaded through the ...
The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time -- They were Scots of the Riverina, ...
A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatness ...
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