Songs And Smiles (Raymond Garfield Dandridge Poems)
Well-meaning friends often ask,Am I not weary of my task,And how I dare give voice to song-I who have lain ...
Well-meaning friends often ask,Am I not weary of my task,And how I dare give voice to song-I who have lain ...
If thou, like Zacheus, wouldst seeThy Lord and Master, climb the tree,And for His passing wait with me.Here, nearer to ...
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze That murmurs welcome in the bending trees, When the cold shadowy foe ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
Listen to the Poet's story Of an ancient bell,Freighted with its wreaths of glory, With its fate as well:On Alhambra's ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
SWEET girl! affection's pleading voice attend,And hear the tender counsels of a friend;By friendship's pen impress'd, these lines receive,And tho' ...
A sight that gives me much distress Is George without his trousers,Garbed, scantily, in bathing dress Proscribed by saintly Wowsers,And ...
IHeavily my desk uponLay a Hebrew Lexicon.As I pried into the tomeI thought me of Saint Hierome,By the Jew tormented ...
THE SEA, THE SEA!It rings as loud, it rolls as free, As brightly flashes on this shore,As where the deep, ...
One bitter time of mourning, I remember,When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,My life, I said, was one ...
They were outsiders, just as the foreigner unclean, by their sins, unable barred from the fellowship from the temple in ...
To my shame I've been mending fences again. a quaint habit I inherited from my father; he would rather fix ...
I said goodbye to Beale Street one year, eyes hurting from the painful contrast of stark white on black - ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country - the Beyond; And yet, not strange, ...
I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. ...
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