The Double Life (Don Blanding Poems)
How very simple life would beIf only there were two of meA Restless Me to drift and roamA Quiet Me ...
How very simple life would beIf only there were two of meA Restless Me to drift and roamA Quiet Me ...
Hark! what sweetly solemn soundRises on the morning air?Shedding gentle peace around,And stilling busy earthly care.The mighty city holds its ...
Across the sea the swift sad message dartsAnd beats with sudden pang against our hearts.Under the elm-trees in his homestead ...
Albert, King of the Belgians, Lived for his whole reign thro'The father and friend of his people, Soldier and statesman, ...
SOUNDING above the warring of the years,Over their stretch of toil and pain and fears, Comes the well-loved refrain, ...
Queen among ships, and named for a well-loved queen,Fair be her landfalls, and her years serene,Such uneventful and unstoried yearsAs ...
Good-night! the horn's faint musicThrough the twilight fades away:The cold night mists come creeping —O'er the fields we've ranged all ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Artist, fashion! talk not long! Be a breath thine only song! THE DROPS OF NECTAR. WHEN Minerva, to give pleasure ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country - the Beyond; And yet, not strange, ...
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! Now I see ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
Upon his battlements he stood, And downward gazed in joyous mood, On Samos' Isle, that owned his sway, "All this ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
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