A Lover’s Envy (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
To try to speak, and miss the way And ask it of the Tears, Is Gratitude's sweet poverty, The Tatters ...
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology -- Because he travels freely And wears a proper ...
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- But no Man heard Him cry -- He offers ...
A happy lip -- breaks sudden -- It doesn't state you how It contemplated -- smiling -- Just consummated -- ...
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast -- And will not ...
The morns are meeker than they were -- The nuts are getting brown -- The berry's cheek is plumper -- ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
When all the stars are sown Across the night-blue space, With the immense unknown, In silence face to face. We ...
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one: to her I send the coffin of lightest ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Isn't she lovely, "the Mistress"? With her wide-apart grey-green eyes, The droop of her lips and, when she smiles, Her ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
Laertes has groupies, proof he has taste, has cool. Wears skate-board clothes: elephant pants, the crotch snagging his knees, tent-size ...
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white. Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
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