Marthy Virginia’s Hand (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
"There, on the left!" said the colonel: the battlehad shuddered and faded away,Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left onlyashes ...
"There, on the left!" said the colonel: the battlehad shuddered and faded away,Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left onlyashes ...
I WATCH them on the drill field, the awkward and the grave,The slow to action and the easily incensed,The tall ...
I have been within the fieldAt the young morning, when the thrushTore ope the brushy way, marking her flightWith the ...
Thirty feet from my windows,an old kennel-wire fencethickly grown over with honeysuckle,poison ivy, and wild rosesjust beginning to openinto the ...
Yesterday's steps you can't retrace, by slowing down or quickening pace,changing course, or turning back - You still will be ...
When March blows, and Monday's linen is shownOn the goose berry bushes, and the worried washer aloneFights at the soaked ...
Night blackAsBlack lipsA sweet gorge cut in sward's rutted shag;Honey blossomsAsTears warm to vividOn your shed bows,Starting to shineDiamond.(Leonas Letas)
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Here when the cloudless April days begin,And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,Filling the forests with a pleasant ...
In Lady Dock, in Lady Dock, the ships from far and wideLay down their loads of fragrant deals the dusky ...
Carols nature, counsel men.Different notes as rook from wrenHear we when our steps begin,And the choice is cast within,Where a ...
In the old raftered loftWhere the winds blowLike thin querulous voicesOut of long ago,And the cobwebs swayTo and fro, to ...
He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track,Thro' scenes that seem a world away, His bullocks ...
"Behind the board fence at the banker's house The slender, tawn-gray creature starves and thirsts In agony of fear. A ...
The dusty wheels have left the rutted road For the shelter of the elm tree. Boy and girl, Glad to ...
I am afraid of straight roadsThat stretch into the sun.I would walk a crooked road,A stumbling rutted one.I would walk ...
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
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