When Tulips Bloom (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
The Notice that is called the Spring Is but a month from here -- Put up my Heart thy Hoary ...
March is the Month of Expectation. The things we do not know -- The Persons of prognostication Are coming now ...
One monotonous day is followed by another monotonous, identical day. The same things will happen, they will happen again -- ...
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so bold Sweet ...
Song (Act II, Scene I, lines 65-80) A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted : ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
(with apologies to Frederic Taber Cooper) I well recall (and who does not) The circus bill-board hippopotamus, whose wide distended ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
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