To the West (William Percy French Poems)
The Midland Great Western is doing its best,And the circular ticket is safe in my vest;But I know that my ...
The Midland Great Western is doing its best,And the circular ticket is safe in my vest;But I know that my ...
A TREMULOUS word, a lingering hand, the burningOf restless passion smoldering--so we part;Ah, slowly from the dark the world is ...
I.From their boxes the types find their way to my "stick,"And each falls to its place with a musical click,By ...
Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,Pull up the ...
There have plenty songs been written,Of the moonlight on the hill,Of the starlight on the ocean,And the sun-flecks on the ...
The pale moon shining from a pallid skyLit half the street, and over half she laidHer folded mantle; through the ...
Now the sweet Dawn on brighter fields afarHas walked among the daisies, and has breathedThe glory of the mountain winds, ...
De time is nebber dreary if de darkey nebber groans;De ladies nebber weary wid de rattle of de bones:Den come ...
Ye who read in musty volumesPages worn of Backwoods Times,Of the red man and the white man,In the thrilling days ...
1The sunset pierced through the tops of the treeswith yellow-crimson light.And this eternal melody sounded:"Embrace — I will begin ...
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,Under the gaslight I saw a face—A woman's face! and I swear ...
The little painted angels flit,See, down the narrow staircase, whereThe pink legs flicker over it!Blonde, and bewigged, and winged with ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
One moment alone in the garden, Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars shone on, - ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair ...
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