In The Bayou (Donald Marquis Poems)
LAZY and slow, through the snags and trees Move the sluggish currents, half asleep; Around and between the cypress knees, ...
LAZY and slow, through the snags and trees Move the sluggish currents, half asleep; Around and between the cypress knees, ...
White haze glimmered on the hills, The vales were parched and dry, And glaringly the burning sun Coursed in the ...
Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co.,And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry ...
A little, _passionately, not at all?_ She casts the snowy petals on the air: And what care we how ...
SO t' Doctor thinks 'at my time is nigh:But does yon gomerill knawThis is no time for a man to ...
NOW the vexed clouds, wind-driven, spread wings of white, Long leaning wings across the sea and land. The ...
YE idle hours of summer, not in vain,To one by Nature's beauty fed, ye pass -Though sending through the mental ...
Dreary East winds howling o'er us;Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us;Mire and ice and snow and sleet;Aching backs and frozen feet;Knees ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
on the last day of winter i went to bed harsh winds rainstorms beating my head houses trees with a ...
I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, In the fields between La Bass?e and Bethune; Primroses and the first ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
we walk through a calligraphy of hats slicing off foreheads ace-deuce cocked, they slant, razor sharp, clean through imagination, our ...
With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines, Close-latticed to the brooding heat, And ...
All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter? I spoke a tongue that was passed on To me in the ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Here on a hill of the occident stand we shoulder to shoulder, Comrades tried and true through a mighty swath ...
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