The Snow At Fredericksbu (Anonymous Americas Poems)
"Drift over the sunrise land, Oh, wonderful, wonderful snow!Oh! pure as the breast of a virgin saint, Drift tenderly, ...
"Drift over the sunrise land, Oh, wonderful, wonderful snow!Oh! pure as the breast of a virgin saint, Drift tenderly, ...
Onward to her destination,O'er the stream the Hannah sped,When a cry of consternationSmote and chilled our hearts with dread.Wildly leaping, ...
Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,Defeat is the proof of your grit;A weakling can smile in his days ...
LAST night, among his fellow roughs,He jested, quaff'd, and swore; A drunken private of the Buffs,Who never look'd before. To-day, ...
There's not a stately hall,There's not a cottage fair,That proudly stands on Southern soil,Or softly nestles there,But in its peaceful ...
I must be fit for a child to play with,Fit for a youngster to walk away with;Fit for his trust ...
Love, I had not ever thought Thou would'st bid thy servant share Grief to which all else is naught, Grief ...
NOW lucent splendours, amethyst and gold And clearest emerald, flood the western sky, Though all day long dark clouds were ...
Alone, yet not alone, the heart doth broodWith a sad fondness o'er its hidden grief;Broods with a miiser's joy, wherein ...
Though all the light were lifted from the land,And a great darkness lay upon the sea;Though, groping each for some ...
A friend is one who takes your handAnd talks a speech you understandhe's partly kindness, partly mirthAnd Faith unfaltering in ...
O patient shore, thou canst not go to meet Thy love, the restless sea, how comfortest Thou all thy loneliness? ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours! Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit ...
WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals, ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
I say no more for Clavering Than I should say of him who fails To bring his wounded vessel home ...
Life, come to me in no pale guise and ashen, I care not for thee in such placid fashion! I ...
Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen; Toothed rocks down the side of the ...
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