Memory (Johan Andreas Der Mouw Poems)
As swift the horseman o'er Lake Constance flewHis steed, snow- scattering. The twilight came.His shadow, dark- blue giant, slowly greyed,E'en ...
As swift the horseman o'er Lake Constance flewHis steed, snow- scattering. The twilight came.His shadow, dark- blue giant, slowly greyed,E'en ...
THE low'ring, leaden-colour'd evening cloud,The chilling frost, the billows breaking loud,The wish excite, contented to retire,"To pause from toil, and ...
There's a waterfall I'm leavingRunning down the rocks in foam,There's a pool for which I'm grievingNear the water-ouzel's home,And it's ...
'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,Just at the break of morn.'Tis ice without and flame within,To gain a ...
II climbed a forest path and foundA dim cave in the dripping ground,Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound,Who wrought ...
Three triangles of birds crossed Over the enormous ocean which extended In winter like a green beast. Everything just lay ...
He followed, point by point, the instructions on thehand-bill.Carefully, prudently, he folded the paper in quarters,then in tens, then again ...
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
I am a native of the land of Erin,and lately banished from that lovely shore;I left behind my aged parentsand ...
One Sunday morning, as I went walking,By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray.I heard a pris'ner his fate bewailingWhile on ...
A grief ago,She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn,Hell wind and ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
-- for Jane kenyon It is a day after many days of storms. Having been washed and washed, the air ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
There once was a Square, such a square little Square, And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a ...
Three Triangles TRIANGLE ONE My husband put some poison in my beer, And fondly hoped that I would drink it ...
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for ...
THERE was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley's timber. Gray wings that wrote their loops and triangles on the ...
I An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white, ...
SIX street ends come together here. They feed people and wagons into the center. In and out all day horses ...
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