Spring’s Torch-Bearer (Maurice Thompson Poems)
Oriole—athlete of the air—Of fire and song a glowing core,From tropic wildernesses fair,Spring's favorite lampadephore,A hot flambeau on either wingRimples ...
Oriole—athlete of the air—Of fire and song a glowing core,From tropic wildernesses fair,Spring's favorite lampadephore,A hot flambeau on either wingRimples ...
Ah'm sick, doctor-man, Ah'm sick!Gi' me some'n' to he'p me quick, Don't,--Ah'll die!Tried mighty hard fo' to cure mahse'f;Tried all dem ...
As I came over Cunningham's Gapa skin of time peeled off the mapThe fern's green ocean overflowedthe hard black surface ...
As I came over Cunningham's Gapa skin of time peeled off the mapThe fern's green ocean overflowedthe hard black surface ...
If I were a poet, my sweetest songShould have the bouquet of scuppernong,With a racy smack in every lineFrom the ...
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
Grey thrush was in the wattle tree, an', "Oh, you pretty dear!"He says in his allurin' way; an' I remarks, ...
"WHEN winter's cold tempests and snows are no more, Green meadows and brown-furrowed fields reappearing, The fishermen hauling their ...
No harsh complaint nor rude unmannered wo,Shall jar discordant in the dulcet flowOf music, raining through the chestnut wingsOf the ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool—Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;It brings ...
I give the yawp barbaricOf piety and pelf(Who now reads Herrick?)And contradict myselfNo matter, the verse is large.My five-and-ten cent ...
She milked the cow; and all the morn was hushed - (It was a beast that never kicked or rushed)The ...
There's that in our lone Bush, I know not what,Which 'genders silence; I've all that to learn.Here, there and everywhere, ...
Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot;Not upon the river reaches In a ...
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road-lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, ...
I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer you have never seen ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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