A Patina of Haze (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A patina of haze filled my vision hung heavy in the shimmering air high in the nineties they said but ...
A patina of haze filled my vision hung heavy in the shimmering air high in the nineties they said but ...
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning ...
CUPID, ere depriv'd of Sight, Young and apt for all Delight, Met with Folly on the way, As Idle and ...
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind ...
No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend, Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend. No prescious ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
There is a morn by men unseen -- Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May -- And all ...
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast -- And will not ...
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done -- When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear! But ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
She's all my fancy painted him (I make no idle boast); If he or you had lost a limb, Which ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
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