The Brave Days To Be. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
Thus it happened .... Let me mention, lest I raise an unsought quarrel, This occurred in times long vanished, in ...
Weary was I of Earth. My body lay, Its fires turned down and slaked to faintest heat.My soul went ...
The king was lonely, the king was sad,Sad in his youth, when the world was glad:Sick at heart on his ...
It was the hour of dawn, When the heart beats thin and small, The window glimmered grey, Framed in a ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear,Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veerAs the ...
A night of storm and wind and rain,Tall trees bowing beneath the blastThat shakes and rattles the window-pane,And a thunderous ...
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild - Church and ...
. . . They caught him at the bend. He and his sonSat in the car, revolvers in their laps.From ...
'Tis precious stuff, said old George Jones "When men sore needs a fall;Tho' how or why it comes, I owns ...
A BRAVE old warrior of poesy, Grown grey-haired in the service of his lyre;A soul like an imprisoned Liberty- ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
When the morning was waking over the war He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died, The ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
Jenny was my first sweetheart; Poor lass! she was none too smart. Though I swore she'd never rue it, She ...
A bonny bird I found today Mired in a melt of tar; Its silky breast was silver-grey, Its wings were ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
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