Fort Dearborn (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
THE shadows fall along the wall, It's night at Haye-la-Serre; The maidens ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune, And lover's lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting ...
What makes you so late at the trysting? What caused you so long to be? For a weary time I ...
From out the desolation of the North An iceberg took it away,From its detaining comrades breaking forth, And ...
I walk down the Valley of Silence -Down the dim, voiceless valley - alone!And I hear not the fall of ...
THEY lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked,As often before, the April fields till star-lightSilkened over with viewless ...
I'm thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heartWhen he--he came pursuing A love unused to art.Into the drowsy ...
In the embers all aglow,Fancy makes the pictures plain,As I listen to the snowBeating chill against the pane --The wild ...
Talk to my heart, oh winds --Talk to my heart to-night;My spirit always findsWith you a new delight,Finds always new ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament,By his Caucus Gods he sworeThat the great Labor PartyShould suffer wrong no more.By his Caucus ...
Her prudish foot, seen rarely as a nun, Is steep and narrow, flexible as steel, Touching her pathway but at ...
The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no ...
I smiled with skeptic mocking where they told me you were dead, You of the airy laughter and lightly twinkling ...
Here is a voice that soundeth low and far And lyricvoice of wind among the pines, Where the untroubled, glimmering ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
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