The Pioneer (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
Athwart a sky of brass rich ribs of gold; A bullion bulk the wide Ohio lies; Beneath the sunset, billowing manifold, The purple ...
A SILVER slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses,And fiery cones, and sultry spurs, and swarthy pits ...
Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the seasonChanges its tense in the long-haired maplesThat dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped ...
My love and I among the mountains strayed When heaven and earth in summer heat were still, Aware anon that ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
The boss last night in the hut did say —"We start to muster at break of day;So be up first ...
Like as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous,Up on a mountain height, and ...
Bristling Billy the porcupine,A person that nobody liked,Sinking a shaft on an ant-bed mine,Came on a burrowing lizard's line,And the ...
Elbert Hubbard of East Aurora was the guest of E. LeRoy Pelletier at luncheon Wednesday.-From the news column. TWO long-haired ...
Autumn dusk, violet…Two poplars, in the background, in silhouette:-Apolstoles in vestments of violet -The whole town violet.Autumn dusk, violet…Lazy, frivolous ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. 'Herodiade's flea Was named sweet ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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