West Of Fanny O’Dea’s (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
You'll not find the name in geography books,It isn't marked on the map,Nor mentioned in atlas or history,Yet you've heard ...
You'll not find the name in geography books,It isn't marked on the map,Nor mentioned in atlas or history,Yet you've heard ...
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,And clasps the summer with a new delight,Yet wearied, leaves her languors ...
Beyond compare the monument I have erected,And to this spirit column well-worn the people's path,--Its head defiant will out-soar that ...
When father couldn't wear them mother cut them down for me;She took the slack in fore and aft, and hemmed ...
I'd rather be a failure than the man who's never tried;I'd rather seek the mountain-top than always stand aside.Oh, let ...
Oh Captain Cook he was a sailor Sail, oh, sail away,He sailed until he found Australia Sail to Sydney Bay,For ...
When you and I shall be no more,For time must take us, passing by, The sea will roll on as ...
Against too many writers of science fiction Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through the ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
I AM now,--what joy to hear it!-- Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev'ry spirit Do whate'er by ...
A pair of ruby slippers sequined and well-worn Old friends gingerly placed, lovingly left for another day I don't know ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes ...
Because the rhymes I make for raiment Fail to avail its meed of payment, I fain must make my well-worn ...
I wonder if successful men Are always happy? And do they sing with gusto when Springtime is sappy? Although I ...
This is the place where they all were bred; Some of the rafters are standing still; Now they are scattered ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A ...
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