Graves of New Orleans (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
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Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
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I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
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The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, ...
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A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Fridayâ?" so help me Jesusâ?"then made funny too the other, further one. ...
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I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
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And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted-honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's ...
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