The Old-Fashioned Garden (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
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 ...
They went to the January house, A house made all of snow, With windows of ice, and chandeliers Of icicles all in a ...
IDemeter devastated our good land,In blackness for her daughter snatched below.Smoke-pillar or loose hillock was the sand,Where soil had been ...
PRONE where maples widely spreadI watch the far blue overhead,Where little pillowy clouds ariseFrom naught to die before my eyes;Within ...
Though each one has a head of wood,Theirs is a wiser brotherhoodThan any man has understood:The giant sequoia, with his ...
Christ has been done to death in the cold reaches of northern Europe a thousand thousand times. Suddenly bread and ...
I do not know, whether the sun accomplished it, the rain or wind - but I was missing so the ...
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
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