The Freeman (Ellen Glasgow Poems)
Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.A VAGABOND between the East and West, Careless I greet the scourging and ...
Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.A VAGABOND between the East and West, Careless I greet the scourging and ...
Blown out of the prairie in twilight and dew, Half bold and half timid, yet lazy all through; Loath ever ...
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feetHave strayed away where daily we unlearnHow Truth is one with Beauty. For ...
IF I had a lover, now, who would he be?Yourself with your laughter, your gay gallantry?Yet I'd know when you ...
West of the sunset stands my house;There..and east of the dawn;North to the Arctic runs my yard;South to the Pole, ...
"There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my ...
My treasure chest is filled with gold.Gold . . . gold . . . gold . . .Vagabond's gold and ...
(For Thomas Walsh) I On nights like this the huddled sheep Are like white clouds upon the grass, And merry ...
We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
(For Amelia Josephine Burr) The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is ...
The Clock strikes one that just struck two -- Some schism in the Sum -- A Vagabond for Genesis Has ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London's wide city so fair, And business obliged them to ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
There was a rich old gentleman Lived on a lonely moor in Switzerland, And he was very hard to the ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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