The Happy Cottagers (Patrick Branwell Bronte Poems)
One sunny morn of May, When dressed in flowery green The dewy landscape, charmed With Nature's fairest scene, In thoughtful mood I slowly strayed O'er hill ...
One sunny morn of May, When dressed in flowery green The dewy landscape, charmed With Nature's fairest scene, In thoughtful mood I slowly strayed O'er hill ...
A five-year old in a Cape Cod village, twenty miles from the rail,Falmouth, Falmouth, loveliest Falmouth,Wearing her silvery, pearl-embroidered ocean ...
The rain comes flapping through the yardlike a tablecloth that she hand-embroidered.My mother has left it on the line.It is ...
Where are they gonewho lived in the street where I was born?After the vans moved outdevelopers, accountants, insurance brokersmoved in ...
every springas the hawthorns blossomalong the rivermy grandfathersmiling hands mea flute he has just carvedfrom willow woodhe's been dead a ...
Loving another, yet she married my father.That other portrait faded with the years.From her album paged in musty velvetShimmered forth ...
Peace and Mercy and Jonathan,And Patience (very small),Stood by the table giving thanksThe first Thanksgiving of all.There was very little ...
my grandmother's monogramon the old-fashioned linen tableclothhemmed with a crocheted borderbleached and starched - like ice,my grandmother used to say, ...
If you meet a chair,that is good, you will go to Heaven.If you meet a mountain,that is bad, you'll go ...
Would you like to be a bakerLeper of flowers at the singing dawnThe belly round under the peel and to ...
Those paths I brushed With the feet of a child - where have they gone? They roll down as tears ...
And I have come upon this placeBy lost ways, by a nod, by words,By faces, by an old man's faceAt ...
Thirty today, I sawThe trees flare briefly likeThe candles upon a cake As the sun went down the sky,A momentary ...
"Don't be polite.Bite in.Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.It is ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles upon a cake As the sun went down the ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away On her famous quest of the Arctic ...
I'd buy you a Babushka doll, my heart, and brush your ash-blonde hair until it gleams, were Russia and our ...
I have banked the fires of my body into a small but steady blaze here in the kitchen where the ...
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