The Sweet South-Wind (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
Over the fields and the waters there suddenly swept in mid-AprilSomething that seemed like a breath that was blown from ...
Over the fields and the waters there suddenly swept in mid-AprilSomething that seemed like a breath that was blown from ...
Winsome, wee and witty, Like a little fay,Carolling her ditty All the livelong day,Saucy as a sparrow In the summer glade,Flitting o'er the ...
IT IS New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney sideThe Bards have commenced to ...
'Coming events cast their shadow before.'I had a vision in the summer light-Sorrow was in it, and my inward sightAched ...
"'Scurious-like," said the tree-toad, "I've twittered far rain all day; And I got up soon, And I hollered till noon-- But the sun, hit ...
When I called you in your gardenMango blooms were rich in fragrance -Why did you remain so distant,Keep your doors ...
When I returned at sunset,The serving-maid was singing softlyUnder the dark stairs, and in the houseTwilight had entered like a ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
A LEGENDIN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams, Where bulrushes ...
Maidens, whose tresses shine,Crowned with daffodil and eglantine,Or, from their string?d buds of brier roses,Bright as the vermeil closesOf April ...
I seldom get to hatin' men, nor had much cause to hate;To me, it just a foolish game to play, ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of strawWas the cunningest parlor that ever you saw!And there could ...
I much esteem the rubber-stamp cartoons, Symbols of paleozoic pedigree --Age-battered emblems that for moons and moonsHave roused ...
The walls have seemed to say to me Where have the sticky fingers gone That always found their way to ...
The swallow twittered, shrill and gay,-Arriving from across the main."This spring!' 'This spring!" it called to me;My heart with hope ...
A torpid season once in every year Falls on my nature, when in vain I wring A sullen discord from ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
All yesterday it poured, and all night long I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat Upon the shingled roof ...
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