The Prospector (Pat O Cotter Poems)
Where the ragged, snow-capped saw tooth Cuts the azure of the skyAnd watches o'er the lonely land As ages wander by;Where the ...
Where the ragged, snow-capped saw tooth Cuts the azure of the skyAnd watches o'er the lonely land As ages wander by;Where the ...
Under the bare brown rafters, In his garret bed he lay,And dreamed of the bright hereafters. And the merry morns of May.The ...
I'VE done with all the world can give,Whate'er its kind or measure.(O Christ! what paltry lives we liveIf toil be ...
ON what long tidesDo you drift to my fire,You waifs of strange waters?From what far seas,What murmurous sands,What desolate beaches--Flotsam ...
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from ...
How swift they go, Life's many years, With their winds of woe And their storms of tears,And ...
Between two pillared clouds of gold The beautiful gates of evening swung --And far and wide from flashing fold The ...
There are flowers that never wither, There are skies that never fade, There are trees that cast ...
There are flowers that never wither, There are skies that never fade, There are trees that cast ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
God knows all things -- but we In darkness walk our ways;We wonder what will be, We ask the nights ...
One bright memory shines like a starIn the sky of my spirit forever;And over my pathway it flashes afarA radiance ...
Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever his pathways lead,And a hint of something better is written in every creed;And ...
Still his little grave she seeketh In her mother-sorrow wild,Hush! While in her heart she speaketh To the ...
A sudden wakin', a sudden weepin', A li'l suckin', a li'l sleepin'; A cheel's full joys an' a cheel's short ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
PENCILS telling where the wind comes from open a story. Pencils telling where the wind goes end a story. These ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
We shall launch our shallop on waters blue from some dim primrose shore, We shall sail with the magic of ...
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