One Year Older (F W Moorman Poems)
One yeer owder, one yeer dearer: That's what I sal awlus say.Draw thy chair a little nearer, Put ...
One yeer owder, one yeer dearer: That's what I sal awlus say.Draw thy chair a little nearer, Put ...
Yo gentlemen o with yor heaunds an yor parks, Yo may gamble an sport till yo dee;Bo a quiet heause ...
Thundering of hoofsIn the fields of France,Thunder of the cannonWhere the troops advance;Dust out of hellSpurts with every gun,But the ...
The lean coyote, prowler of the night, Slips to his rocky fastnesses, Jack-rabbits noiselessly shuttle among the sage-brush, ...
Changeful with glow and chequered shade, a sight Now gloom'd with grief, and now with joy elate, How strange, how ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Of all the songs which poets sing The ones which are most sweet Are those which at close intervals A ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Three months after he lies dead, that long yellow narrow body, not like Christ but like one of his saints, ...
I have studied the Science of departures, in night's sorrows, when a woman's hair falls down. The oxen chew, there's ...
I was the Widow McFarlane, Weaver of carpets for all the village. And I pity you still at the loom ...
I reached the highest place in Spoon River, But through what bitterness of spirit! The face of my father, sitting ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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