To Joseph Jefferson (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
May 4th, 1898.-To-day, fishing down the Swiftwater, I found Joseph Jefferson on a big rock in the middle of the ...
May 4th, 1898.-To-day, fishing down the Swiftwater, I found Joseph Jefferson on a big rock in the middle of the ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
It is asserted, on the authority of an American Newspaper, that thedaughter of Thomas Jefferson, late President of the United ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring,After each other drifting, past my window drifting!And I lay so many years ...
(Mrs. Jefferson Davis, widow of the President of the Southern Confederacy died October 16, 1906.) Oh weep fair ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
A maddened horse comes down the street, With waving mane and flying feet. The crowd scatters in ...
Jefferson Davis: 1808-1889No more the white refulgent streets.Never the dry hollows of the mindShall he in fine courtesy walkAgain, for ...
Suppose you stood just five feet two,And had worked your way as a grocery clerk,Studying law by candle lightUntil you ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
I am the little man who smokes & smokes. I am the girl who does know better but. I am ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Suppose you stood just five feet two, And had worked your way as a grocery clerk, Studying law by candle ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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