The Fountain Of Youth (Michael Earls Poems)
(For Osceola and Pocahontas)Was it a hundred years ago,Or was it but yesterday,When we found the roads that growBlossom and ...
(For Osceola and Pocahontas)Was it a hundred years ago,Or was it but yesterday,When we found the roads that growBlossom and ...
In fullest joy and richest pleasure,Beneath the trees, upon the grass;With tables spread upon the ground,A day with Paen was ...
Juan Ponce de Leon, by the Devil led,With years weighed down and crammed with antique lore,Seeing age branch his stubby ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
'TWAS the Pentecost time of tournamentAt the court of high Castile,And the first, among the Spanish knights,Was the prince of ...
Part FirstYou'll recall, if you're strong on historical stuff, The name of that highly deluded old fluff Who chartered a ...
Of all the fountains that poets sing,--Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring,Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth,Wells with bottoms of doubtful ...
Neere to the River banks, with greeneAnd pleasant trees on every side,Where freest minds would most have beene,That never felt ...
Though Time has silvered o'er thy honored head, And left some traces on thy gallant form,Upon thy soul no hoar-frost ...
El alto golfo de Leon navega Garin, y en tablas de inmortal memoria Ve de romana gente, y persa, y ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. ...
The words, the rhythms the vibrations in the music shimmering in my soul words of the student power in these ...
The Cross, the Christ our stumbling block, our stone in the road challenging our love of self of the world, ...
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
Choosing to be adopted ah, that is the key point isn't it A different act, when it is a purposeful ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
I Christmas Poem for Nancy Noel, Noel We live and we die Between heaven and hell Between the earth and ...
Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my ...
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