Pocahontas (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
The swift red flesh, a winter king-Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?She ran the neighing canyons all the ...
What will we dowhen there is nobody leftto kill? *40,000 gallons of oil gushing intothe oceanBut Isit on top this mountainside ...
Before this thought the present hour recedes, As from the beach a billow backward rolls, And the great past, rich in heroic ...
(For Osceola and Pocahontas)Was it a hundred years ago,Or was it but yesterday,When we found the roads that growBlossom and ...
IWhere the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky, Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain,Where the dead ...
The night hung o'er Virginia's forest wild, Stately with beauty unsurpassed beforeShone the full moon serenely; and the windAs it ...
I can hear them now, squabbling a bit, not settling wrapped in Pocahontas downstairs on the pull-out couch Gramma and ...
WHEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin . in the dust, in ...
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun, ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
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