Smith, Of The Third Oregon, Dies (Mary Carolyn Davies Poems)
Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,And green, with little singings in the grass,And pheasants flying,Gold, green and red,Great, narrow, ...
Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,And green, with little singings in the grass,And pheasants flying,Gold, green and red,Great, narrow, ...
I made another garden, yea,For my new love;I left the dead rose where it lay,And set the new above.Why did ...
At morn the rosebud greets the sunAnd sheds the evening dew,Expanding ere the day is done, In bloom of radiant hueAnd ...
Pink rose-petalsFluttering down in hosts,I know what you meanSometimes, in Spring.It is love you mean.Love has a gray birdThat flutters ...
TO taste Wild wine of the mountain-spring, fresh, living, strong, Running and rushing like a triumph-song ...
Your dear desired grace,Your hands, your lips of red,The wonder of your perfect faceWill fade, like sweet rose-petals shed,When you ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
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