Dave Lilly (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the ...
the seeds we plant living in sin a deadly harvest being reaped just as we had sown Death in our ...
Planting seeds of freedom in that ancient land the winds of protest changing changing the face of man The seeds ...
Leaving their nets the fish on the shore their families, their homes their lives to that day Going with Jesus ...
Abraham, went, went where God told him to go even in old age, trusting, if a bit hesistantly, not quite ...
Oh how fitting, a lectionary story caught in the summer months, hot and harsh for ripe summer fruit ripening even ...
Give us this day our daily bread that line resonates so well for me, for my family as we end ...
They were reaping the breach, the wrong they did their God The breach the worship, the communion with other Gods, ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we ...
In some summers there is so much fruit, the peasants decide not to reap any more. Not having reaped you, ...
Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town, Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built ...
Make it where the winds may sweep Through the pine boughs soft and deep, And the murmur of the sea ...
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, ...
I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn, To whom came one in angel guise and said, "Is it ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship, But standing for the rights ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
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