Mabel Martin (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
It was the pleasant harvest time,When cellar-bins are closely stowed,And garrets bend beneath their load,And the old swallow-haunted barns —Brown-gabled, ...
Applying to Heavy Equipment SchoolI marched farther into the Great PlainsAnd refused to come out.I threw up a few scaffolds ...
History. History is not papyrus rolls,dried yellow parchments,not marble on pedestals.History is etched in the human heart,in hope, in memory,in ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
(FROM THE FRENCH OF PIERRE DUPONT). When on the stream's deserted bank No busy mill shall fan the air, ...
I laboured on the anvil of my brainAnd beat a metal out of pageantry.Figure and form I carry in my ...
The Props assist the House Until the House is built And then the Props withdraw And adequate, erect, The House ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
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