The Gentle Hand Of Women Folks (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And ...
The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And ...
Friendship needs no studied phrases,Polished face, or winning wiles;Friendship deals no lavish praises,Friendship dons no surface smiles.Friendship follows nature's diction,Shuns ...
They cannot see the wreaths we place Upon the silent bier,They cannot see the tear-stained face, Nor feel the scalding ...
O Tragic hours when lovers leave each other !Then every mistress feels herself a mother,And, making of her lap a ...
Love alone is great in might,Makes the heavy burden light,Smooths rough ways to weary feet,Makes the bitter morsel sweet:Love alone ...
Jane looks down at her organdy skirtAs if it somehow were the thing disgraced,For being there, on the floor, in ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt As if it somehow were the thing disgraced, For being there, on the ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
2 a.m. December, and still no mon rising from the river. My mother home from the beer garden stands before ...
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