Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
Last the Dakotas clawing a wet sky,skidding through cloudbase. Touchdown, and then spent.What are you worthy, or your land? Replysails ...
Have patience, O my sorrow, and be still.You asked for night: it falls: it is here.A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the ...
When I see a couple of kids And guess he's fucking her and she's Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, ...
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