So Far to Go (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Yes, we have far to go so far to go in this world, in this country, in the work of ...
Yes, we have far to go so far to go in this world, in this country, in the work of ...
Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
FROM Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird, Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all; To ...
LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me-O if I could but obtain knowledge! Then my lands engrossed me-Lands ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
1 COME up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete; And come to the front door, mother-here's ...
FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath, Scatter'd and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West, Through ...
AARM'D year! year of the struggle! No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! Not you as ...
WHAT best I see in thee, Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways, Ever undimm'd by time ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
When I went to the city, Mary McNeely, I meant to return for you, yes I did. But Laura, my ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
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