Giving Thanks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gather each year to remember the year gone by the harvest season, the days of thanksgiving the first Thanksgiving, ...
We gather each year to remember the year gone by the harvest season, the days of thanksgiving the first Thanksgiving, ...
They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, ...
There are two phrases, you must know, So potent (yet so small) That wheresoe'er a man may go He needs ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Emporers and kings! in vain you strive Your torments to conceal-- The age is come that shakes your thrones, Tramples ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy ...
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
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