Under the Stars (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laying back in the canoe out in the middle of the lake northern Maine June, maybe July more than thirty ...
Laying back in the canoe out in the middle of the lake northern Maine June, maybe July more than thirty ...
We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse ...
Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
If I'm lost -- now That I was found -- Shall still my transport be -- That once -- on ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
It was your first outing, or more rightly, our first outing with you. We were as proud as new parents ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
My work, I'm very careful about it, and I love it. But today I'm discouraged by how slowly it's going. ...
To the tune "Courtyard Filled with Fragrance" Fragrant grass beside the pond green shade over the hall a clear cold ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all this, ...
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
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