September (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
Very familiar September seemed: A flag-pole stood in the yard, And the little path that led from the road Was trampled bare and ...
Very familiar September seemed: A flag-pole stood in the yard, And the little path that led from the road Was trampled bare and ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed,Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dewFrom the day's first golden cup.In ...
Breakfast at the Century Club, New York, May, 1879.SUCH kindness! the scowl of a cynic would soften,His pulse beat its ...
Thou happy, happy elf!(But stop,-first let me kiss away that tear-)Thou tiny image of myself!(My love, he's poking peas into ...
The nicest child I ever knewWas Charles Augustus Fortescue.He never lost his cap, or toreHis stockings or his pinafore:In eating ...
Black wave the trees in the forestAnd a rough wind hurries by,But the swineherd's toddling daughterKnows where fallen pinecones lie.And ...
This pansy has a thinking faceLike the yellow moon.This one has a face with white blots:I call him the clown.Here ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
When peevish flaws his soul have stirredTo fretful tears for crossed desires,Obedient to his mother's wordMy child to banishment retires.As ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
My precious grand-child, aged two, Is eager to unlace one shoe, And then the other; Her cotton socks she'll deftly ...
While I was handling Dom Pedro I got at the thing that divides the race between men who are For ...
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