The Mountain Spring (Nancy Rebecca Campbell Glass Poems)
I wandered down a mountain road, Past flower and rock and lichen gray, Alone with nature and her God Upon a flitting summer ...
I wandered down a mountain road, Past flower and rock and lichen gray, Alone with nature and her God Upon a flitting summer ...
Searching for pillowcases trimmedwith lace that my mother-in-lawonce made, I open the chest of drawersupstairs to find that micehave chewed ...
Blessed is the One who lifts the slow sunabove this morning's raw orange edge,who moves the ewe to nudge her ...
On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small,All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with hoop and ball.Now ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
Peaceful our valley, fair and green, And beautiful her cottages, Each in its nook, its sheltered hold, Or underneath its ...
Once, in times forgotten,In a fairy place,Through the steppe, a riderMade his way apace.While he sped to battle,Nearing from the ...
Shadows of the twilight falling On the mountain's brow,To each other birds are calling In the ...
I must away to the wooded hills and vales, Where broad, slow streams flow cool and silentlyAnd idle barges flap ...
ON the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small,All the boys and girls are seen,Playing there with hoop and ...
777The Loneliness One dare not sound-And would as soon surmiseAs in its Grave go plumbingTo ascertain the size-The Loneliness whose ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small, All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
North Berwick is a watering-place with golfing links green, With a fine bathing beach most lovely to be seen; And ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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