Nepenthe (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
O who will walk a mile with me Along life's merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who ...
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, ...
That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main -- The Will it is that situates -- ...
Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White -- The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank Of Victors -- designate ...
No Man can compass a Despair -- As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The ...
Life -- is what we make of it -- Death -- we do not know -- Christ's acquaintance with Him ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all this, ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
"Every time we get a big gale around here some people just refuse to batten down." we estimate that ice ...
For my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch, and my mother, Christine Ena Burch There never was a fonder smile than mother's ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
O TWEED! a stranger, that with wand'ring feet O'er hill and dale has journey'd many a mile, (If so his ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
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