Nature Has A Thousand Choirs (Freeman Edwin Miller Poems)
Nature has a thousand choirs Singing in the sylvan shadows, And the music of her lyres Echoes in ...
Nature has a thousand choirs Singing in the sylvan shadows, And the music of her lyres Echoes in ...
Away, away, from the sultry ways Where the pleasures fall and fade, To the bannered corn and the meadowed ...
Now little Nils Finn had away to go;The skis were too loose at both heel and toe. —"That's too bad!" ...
Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,To point us out this way to glory—They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,And ...
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1 You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
Sometimes the poem doesn't want to come; it hides from the poet like a playful cat who has run under ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
A simple nosegay! Was that much to ask? (Winter still nagged, with scarce a bud yet showing.) He loved her ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so bold Sweet ...
"Tie stille, barn min! Imorgen kommer Fin, Fa'er din, Og gi'er dich Esbern Snares öine og hjerte at lege med!" ...
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
I'm one of these haphazard chaps Who sit in cafes drinking; A most improper taste, perhaps, Yet pleasant, to my ...
I saw a Priest in beetle black Come to our golden beach, And I was taken sore aback Lest he ...
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
OH some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white, And some are all for dancing by ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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