September (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
DICAEOPOLIS Be not surprised, most excellent spectators, If I that am a beggar have presumed To claim ...
I hear them speak of a Fed'ral siteWhere shall arise a city bright -Mother, where is this bonzer spot?Shall we ...
Come, see how the ladies ride, All so pretty, all so gay, In their beauty, in ...
445'Twas just this time, last year, I died.I know I heard the Corn,When I was carried by the Farms -It ...
The leaves are falling one by one,The Summer days are past and gone,The nights are cool and damp;The little children ...
I On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B?. ...
leaves and leaving call october home her daughter releases wood smoke from her skin rich in scorpio blood survived the ...
The days of our lives like the gardens we have planted the plants in neat ordered rows yet needing to ...
The little patch of dirt the garden in the yard soil prepared for them the flats from the nursery in ...
Your garden, ripe with squash, with beans, soon to bear tomatoes, pumpkins other summer fruits ready for picking the bounty ...
Slimmer pickings at the farm stand smaller, more immature lighter kernels on the cob late corn, from the gleanings before ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute; Though round my shack they ...
I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
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