A Meeting Of The Birds (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
OF a thousand queer meetings, both great, sir, and smallThe bird-party I sing of seemed oddest of all!How they come ...
OF a thousand queer meetings, both great, sir, and smallThe bird-party I sing of seemed oddest of all!How they come ...
[Aunt Susan sends Uncle Eph to town to sell the cow. Meeting Farmer Johnson with a dun mule, he makes ...
We are large with pity, slow and awkwardIn the false country of the zoo.For the beasts our hearts turn over ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:The moon fills the place ...
DANCING! I love it, night or day:There's nought on earth so jolly,Whether you straightly glide with May,Or madly whirl with ...
If you come to Mojacarand peel open an orange full of worms,count how many there are becausethose are the days ...
They in the darkness gather and ask Her name, the mistress of their endless task. The Toilers ...
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green-- So charming and rurally true--A singular bird, with a manner ...
Say there! P'r'apsSome on you chaps Might know Jim Wild?Well,--no offense:Thar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!Jim was my chum ...
Nobody knows the world but me.The rest go to bed; I sit up and see.I'm a better observer than any ...
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree, She plucked berries bright to crown her head. She was singing little robin's ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep-- one by one going up the hill and over the fence--one by one four-footed ...
IT'S a lean car . a long-legged dog of a car . a gray-ghost eagle car. The feet of it ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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