March (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Over the dripping roofs and sunk snow-barrows,The bells are ringing loud and strangely near,The shout of children dins upon mine ...
Over the dripping roofs and sunk snow-barrows,The bells are ringing loud and strangely near,The shout of children dins upon mine ...
I deliver a lectureAnd pour out my soul,Its full architecture,All rounded and whole.But with those I love bestI stammer and ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
For today one will say, That he is not wrong; He only takes a little Of what doesn't belong. ***** ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks Sit together, building blocks; Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey, Amber-Locks a little child, But together at their ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear; Labial gossip of night-sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending-mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
Being a shorty, as you see, A bare five footer, The why my wife is true to me Is my ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the ...
MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
So how is life with your new bloke? Simpler, I bet. Just one stroke of his quivering oar and the ...
I-THE LURE No, no,-forget your Cricket and your Ant, For I shall never set my name to theirs That now ...
O all ye exorcizers come and exorcize now, and ye clergymen draw nigh and clerge, For I wish to be ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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