Proem to American Song (Paul Engle Poems)
BLOW, LONG TRADE WINDS of American speech,Over this land where we can rise, unfurlOur new and untried sails, and drive ...
BLOW, LONG TRADE WINDS of American speech,Over this land where we can rise, unfurlOur new and untried sails, and drive ...
This is the tale that the howlers tellAt the end of the hunting weather,When the quick rain rillsOn the bare, ...
(In the Happy Hunting Grounds)Did the phantom hills seem strange, Quien,When you left the light for the ghostly land?Do you ...
The tide flows in to the harbour,- The bold tide, the gold tide, the flood o' the sunlit sea,-And the little ...
Unto one who lies at rest'Neath the sunset, in the West,Clover-blossoms on her breast.Lover of each gracious thingWhich makes glad ...
SOMEWHERE there's a willow buddingIn a hollow by the river,Where the autumn leaves lie sodden,Turning all the pool to brown;There's ...
Oh, youthful bearer of my palanquin, Thy glossy hair lies loosened on thy neck,The "tears of labour" gem thy velvet skin, Whose ...
Deep in the jungle vast and dim, That knew not a white man's feet,I smelt the odour of sun-warmed fur, Musky, savage, ...
By none but me can the tale be told,The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.(Lands are swayed by a King on ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
It was in the high midsummer, and the sun was shining strong,And the lane was rather flinty, and the lane ...
From sunny countries and skies blueFrom which last autumn-tide you flew,Return, dear birds, where you belong,Most welcome, you!The woods, bereft ...
CHOKED with ill weeds my garden lay a-dying, Hard was the ground, no bud had heart to blow, ...
Unto one who lies at rest 'Neath the sunset, in the West, Clover-blossoms on her breast. Lover of each gracious ...
TO skies that were brighter Turned he his prows; To gods that were lighter Made he his vows. The snow-land's ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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