A Little Brother of the Rich (Edward Sanford Martin Poems)
"TO put new shingles on old roofs; To give old women wadded skirts; To treat premonitory coughs With ...
"TO put new shingles on old roofs; To give old women wadded skirts; To treat premonitory coughs With ...
When the humid shadows hover Over all the starry spheres, And the melancholy darkness Gently weeps in rainy tears, What ...
God, when you thought of a pine tree,How did you think of a star?How did you dream of the Milky ...
An upper chamber in a darkened house, Where, ere his footsteps reached ripe manhood's brink, Terror and anguish were his ...
How few are we. Probably threeIn all-coallike, burning, infernalBeneath the grey bark of the treeOf wisdom, and clouds, and eternalDebate ...
April this year, not otherwiseThan April of a year ago,Is full of whispers, full of sighs,Of dazzling mud and dingy ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken ...
"THE mountain village was destroy'd; But see how soon is fill'd the void! Shingles and boards, as by magic arise, ...
High up the brick old mill building up above the brick, the granite, between the clapboard window dormers hanging on ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
This little house sows the degrees By which wood can return to trees. Weather has stained the shingles dark And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
NOW that a crimson rambler begins to crawl over the house of our two lives- Now that a red curve ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best ...
My father and mother, my brother and sister and I, with uncle Pat, our dour best-loved uncle, had set out ...
April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling ...
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