A New Year’s Address, 1870. (Nora Pembroke Poems)
With noiseless footstep, like the white-robed snow, The old year with closed record steals away;Record of gladness, suffering, joy, and woe, Of ...
With noiseless footstep, like the white-robed snow, The old year with closed record steals away;Record of gladness, suffering, joy, and woe, Of ...
At a feast in the east of our central plains,Girt with the sheaths of ...
You are lovely and great as Rome among its hillsWorshipped by firemen patrolling my conscience.Storms unwind the darkening main roadsYou ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an hour Or more at ...
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