My Attic (George Washinton Sears Poems)
I have an attic-not city made,Nor far removed from the fresh green earth,Strewn with the tools of a manly trade,And ...
I have an attic-not city made,Nor far removed from the fresh green earth,Strewn with the tools of a manly trade,And ...
Where the black woods grow sparse and die,A giant broods against the sky.The storm his chlamys, and his headBent to ...
One summer day, along the street,Men pruned the gumsTo make them neat.The tender branches, white with flowers,Lay in the sunFor ...
Why is it so, Dear Prince of Peace,That wrongs to Negroes never cease?Are they disloyal to thy name,And thus are ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
"I.FOLD back the sun-bright hair; kiss the meek lids,That lie like flowers above the flower-blue eyes;Grieve not, to grieve her ...
I saw the farmer, when the day was done,And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed,And the mild stars ...
Sisters!I've thought o'er this until my brain has blisters.Are you, indeed, such valiant resistersOf all the charm, the grace, the ...
Aunt Sue's side yard up on the hill heavy pedaling with my bike up to do the mowing One of ...
Repenting of our past changing our behavior growing strong in the word fed by the gardener wanting to show the ...
They are the fruits the children of our faith the grapes of the vine, being nurtured, cared for pruned, watered, ...
The scripture revealing, the fires of life, the refining fire of God the fires of the spirit, landing on us ...
A new future, a sudden change leaving the old, the comfortable behind new promise, new hope beyond the horizon line ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
He wrote a letter in his mind To answer one a maid had sent; He sought the fitting word to ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
The bonsai tree in the attractive pot could have grown eighty feet tall on the side of a mountain till ...
Not in that wasted garden Where bodies are drawn into grass That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens That bear ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
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