A Walk to the Bank (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
From a pure royal blue, to a spectrum of rust pale canary yellow, bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt sudden ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, To a slope ...
Here further up the mountain slope Than there was every any hope, My father built, enclosed a spring, Strung chains ...
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, Promised methought long days of bliss sincere! Soothing it stole on my ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
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