A Ballad Of Claremont Hill (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
The roar of the city is low, Muffled by new-fallen snow,And the sign of the wintry moon is small and round ...
The roar of the city is low, Muffled by new-fallen snow,And the sign of the wintry moon is small and round ...
It is not often Sunday draws Me to that house where good men come;Yet worship I, and the same cause Which sends ...
O Moon, that sailest in the heavens above,Inscrutable, pale, beautiful, alone.Art weary of thy solitary throne ?Dost long sometimes for ...
If you were born before yesterday,Surely you've heard about Tailor Nils, who flaunts him so gay.If it's more than a ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
IRise up, Lord,And let Thine enemies be scattered,And let them that hate Thee flee before Thee!As the dispersion of smoke-drift,Thou ...
TO Y---,WITH A BOWL OF BOHEMIAN GLASS. From rocky hills, where climbs the vine; Where on his ...
'Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
I wandered in a garden-square, By pathways walled with straight-clipt yew,And over-arched by jasmine fair, ...
O Moon, that sailest in the heavens above, Inscrutable, pale, beautiful, alone. Art weary of thy solitary throne? Dost long ...
The sounds all muffled under our hoods and hats cutting through, the distinctive noise hearing the greasy snow The pavement ...
Sparks of gold, of silver, splashes of color rising up from the new-fallen snow greeting my lowered head deep in ...
The hawks in the deeper woods, somewhere else after the storm the snow new-fallen, heavy snow on their branch high ...
A stampede, a herd, a huge wave went before us, a herd of footprints in the new-fallen, wet, thick snow ...
Fresh tracks in the new-fallen snow the dusting on the forest floor exposing the many creatures who scurry and walk ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, O, things without compare! Such ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Did you ever see an alligator Come up to the air from the mud, Staring blindly under the full glare ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
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