Wanderlieder (John Hay Poems)
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
I.The white broom flatt'ring her flowers in calm June weather, 'O most sweet wear;Forty-eight weeks of my life do none desire ...
I was born in 1902I never once went back to my birthplaceI don't like to turn backat three I served ...
A DOLEFUL tale prepare to hear,As ever yet ...
Clouds black with thunder o'er the Southern states;North, East and West a sickening fear;The Union on the dark laps of ...
"Why do I sing--Tra-la-la-la-la! Glad as a King?--Tra-la-la-la-la! Well, since you ask,-- I have such a pleasant task, I can not help but sing! "Why ...
At forty-eight, to be given water,which is most of the world, given lifein water, which is most of me, given ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
Thou wants my vote, young man wi' t' carpet-bags, Weel, sit thee down, an' hark what I've to say.It's ...
ADDRESSED TO MRS. H------Y. IN early youth's unclouded scene,The brilliant morning of eighteen,With health and sprightly joy elateWe gazed on ...
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
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