The Herbaceous Border (Robert Henry Forster Poems)
WHAT widely sundered regions may we traceIn this delightful border! Here we seeAnchusas of Italian pedigree;Here the Cheiranthus of Siberian ...
WHAT widely sundered regions may we traceIn this delightful border! Here we seeAnchusas of Italian pedigree;Here the Cheiranthus of Siberian ...
Our country's God! Our country's God!We worship Thy name in its wonder sublime.The suns of the heavens are set in ...
CAN it be that never moreMen will grow on Islands?Ithaka and Eriskey,Iceland and Tahiti!Must the engines he has forgedRaven so ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
Thou'rt gone!–thou'rt slumb'ring low, With the sounding seas above thee; It is but a restless wo, But a ...
The Great White North is calling- s'hosh! it's got a lot to say- Let us listen while it cracks its ...
Fence must be looked at; fence is too much neglected;Most ancient indeed is fence; but it is not merelyWhite ants' ...
Father, dear Father, come home with me nowThe clock in the steeple strikes oneWe've got dover soles, lemon soles, camisoles, ...
How nice to see the picture of a father and his sonMy father is my mother's wife and I'm his ...
Sing, sing, my friend; breathe life againThrough Norway's song and Denmark's strain:On flowing Thames and Forth, in flood,Pour Haco's war-song, ...
I come, I come! ye have called me long;I come o'er the mountains, with light and song.Ye may trace my ...
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeleswas difficult.there was much anti-German feeling then,a carry-over from World War ...
A VOLCANO in Iceland I seek, And another on Sicily's plain,With a trading town standing to Hereford ...
Thus in her absence is my fancy cool: And then my schemes of purity designed Pass, in a vestal-train, across ...
Short of stature, large of limb, Burly face and russet beard, All the women stared at him, When in Iceland ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
An olive drab snorkel coat seemed like the coolest thing once upon a time a long snout of a coat ...
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
A middle-northern March, now as always- gusts from the South broken against cold winds- but from under, as if a ...
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...
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