The Old-Fashione (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
'Tis a little old house with a squeak in the stairs,And a porch that seems made for just two easy ...
'Tis a little old house with a squeak in the stairs,And a porch that seems made for just two easy ...
It's the sower. He is standing tall and stoutIn the sunset's rays which are like flowing gold;Before his feet are ...
My father's grandfather lives still, His age is fourscore years and ten;He looks a monument of time, The agedest of ...
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Pray without ceasing Always trust in the Lord Teach the children and grandchildren Rely on God Ignite your faith with ...
Hearing her words, her voice anguished, tired, spent, seeking justice, from her view unification with her babies, her grandchildren, caught ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
Shell-shocked from Korea A grenade that left him The platoon's only survivor, Put him in Stanley Royd For thirty years. ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods-- that present that ...
"Sow your wild oats in your youth," so we're always told; But I say with deeper sooth: "Sow them when ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
Alas! our noble and generous Queen Victoria is dead, And I hope her soul to Heaven has fled, To sing ...
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled ...
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
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