A Broadway Idyl (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
Evangeline In AcadieSOMEWHAT apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas,Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pr(Henry Wadsworth ...
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
IN that delightful land, which is washed by the Delaware's waters,Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle.Stands ...
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the ...
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping ...
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion ...
THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion ...
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
DECEMBER 17, 1877I BELIEVE that the copies of verses I've spun,Like Scheherezade's tales, are a thousand and one;You remember the ...
We got up a Christmas-doin's Last Christmas Eve-- Kindo' dimonstration 'At I railly believe Give more satisfaction-- Take it up and down-- Than ary intertainment Ever come ...
Upon the city called the Friends'The light of waking springFell vivid as the shadow thrownFar from the gleaming wingOf a ...
My Aunt Evangeline has come To visit Melbourne town,Garbed for its Glad Centenary In frill and festal gown.And Aunties says ...
When I died, the circulating libraryWhich I built up for Spoon River,And managed for the good of inquiring minds,Was sold ...
In looking for that someoneTo make my life just right,Hope it won't be like EvangelineWho will past me in the ...
To the hope that he has taught,To the beauty he has wrought,To the comfort he has been;To the dream that ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Oh, have you forgotten those afternoons With riot of roses and amber skies, When we thrilled to the joy of ...
When I died, the circulating library Which I built up for Spoon River, And managed for the good of inquiring ...
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