Forgotten History (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A discovery in the boxed memories forgotten history of childhood, adolescence, years gone by pearls in the oyster treasures in ...
A discovery in the boxed memories forgotten history of childhood, adolescence, years gone by pearls in the oyster treasures in ...
They were today our three treasures happy and attentive compliant, well, enough enjoying the world and their company sisterly squabbles ...
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy ...
Sweet -- safe -- Houses -- Glad -- gay -- Houses -- Sealed so stately tight -- Lids of Steel ...
Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses -- Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord, And cheer me from the north; Blow on the treasures of thy word, ...
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