March (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The March house, strangely, was built in a tree, With a fluttering roof of leaves, And strong, straight boughs for the walls ...
The March house, strangely, was built in a tree, With a fluttering roof of leaves, And strong, straight boughs for the walls ...
O The South Wind and the Sun!How each loved the other oneFull of fancy--- full folly--Full of jollity and fun!How ...
Dormered and verandaed, cool,Locust-girdled, on the hill;Stained with weather-wear, and dull-Streak'd with lichens; every sillThresholding the beautiful;I can see it ...
I SAT alone at my window,While the pattering raindrops broughtAlong with their music upon the roof,A lengthy train of thought.I ...
I pray you, pardon me, Elsie, And smile that frown awayThat dims the light of your lovely face As a thunder-cloud the ...
With cheeks that paled the rosy morn She bounded o'er the heather,And romped with us among the corn When we were kids ...
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell,And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--For it's a secret and shore-'nuf ...
TWO youths from a village set out togetherTo seek their fortune the wide world through;One cried, "Hurra for the autumn ...
In fullest joy and richest pleasure,Beneath the trees, upon the grass;With tables spread upon the ground,A day with Paen was ...
Low hidden in among the forest trees An artist's tilted easel, ankle-deep In tousled ferns and mosses, and in these A fluffy water-spaniel, ...
CHORUS Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho! ...
We've been out to Pelletier'sBrushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of menAnd been boys and girls again.We ...
I might have been rich if I'd wanted the gold instead of the friendships I've made.I might have had ...
Pete bristles when the doorbell rings. Last night he didn't act the same.Dogs have a way of knowin' things, An' ...
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple treeWhere all the grass is trampled out ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn: - After the years of the apples ripening ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
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