Light Between the Trees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The "Golden Fleece" Fourth, no Discovery -- Fifth, no ...
Because that you are going And never coming back And I, however absolute, May overlook your Track -- Because that ...
If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Having begun in thought there in that factual embodied wonder what was lost in the emptied lovers patience and mind ...
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
... Finally, what is Reason ? You have often asked me ; and this is my answer :-- Whene'er the ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, ...
There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. Her said, "Show me of ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ?" O at the end of ...
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