The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I.THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breastA little island, flushed with purple bloom,Lay gently cradled like a moorhen's ...
I.THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breastA little island, flushed with purple bloom,Lay gently cradled like a moorhen's ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
The shepherd sings:-- "_Way down in Dixie, Way down in Dixie,Where the hens are dog-gone glad to lay_ ..."With shaded eyes he ...
IHave you not heard the poets tellHow came the dainty Baby BellInto this world of ours?The gates of heaven were ...
The sides of the hill were brown, but violet buds had started In gray and hidden nooks o'erhung by feathery ferns ...
That which I saved I lost And that I lost I found,And you are mine, oh tender little ghost, Whose grave is ...
Like flights of singing-birds went by The cheerful hours of girlhood's day, When, in my native bowers, Of simple buds and flowersThey wove ...
Though our fore-fathers' language us dowersWith lyre-tones, singing-birds' calls,And the sounds that abide in fell-bowers,'And rhythms of seas and of ...
Ahasuerus Jenkins of the "Operatic Own," Was dowered with a tenor voice of super-Santley tone. His views on equitation were, ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
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