The Grave By The Lake (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
Their new house stood just off the road. A fine big brick two-storey, All gabled, tiled, and porticoed, To flaunt its owners' glory. We ...
You ask me whyI long to flyOut from your palace to the dreamy woodsAnd the summer solitudes,Why I pineIn this ...
BY blacksoil plains burned grey with drought Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,Along the Land of Furthest Out That only Overlanders know.I ...
I would hope for the children of West HamWooden-frame houses, square with some-sort stuffCrammed in to keep the wind away ...
The window born of a desire for skyhas stationed itself in the black wall like an angel:it's friend to man,a ...
KNOW this : that through all time past Love hasbeenSo sweet that none could perish and not liveForthwith again.Ere Persia ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one's eye ...
Time was when spring returned we wentTo find another home to rent;We wanted fresher, cleaner walls,And bigger rooms and wider ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
From the wrinkle between my brows You watch till day breaks On my face The waxen night Is beginning to ...
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