Written On The Fly Leaf Of A Child’s Bible (David John Scott Poems)
Dear Mollie, in thy early days,While treading childhood's dreamy maze,Peruse this book with care:Peruse it by the rising sun;Peruse it ...
Dear Mollie, in thy early days,While treading childhood's dreamy maze,Peruse this book with care:Peruse it by the rising sun;Peruse it ...
It is a statute in deep wisdom's lore,That for his lines none should a patron chuseBy wealth and poverty, by ...
636The Way I read a Letter's-this-'Tis first-I lock the Door-And push it with my fingers-next-For transport it be sure-And then ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
I Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
The Way I read a Letter's -- this -- 'Tis first -- I lock the Door -- And push it ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals, ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
When the loud day for men who sow and reap Grows still, and on the silence of the town The ...
Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes: The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks My husbandship. ...
Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes: The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks My husbandship. ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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