Windmill (John Chipman Farrar Poems)
The windmill stands up like a flower on the hillWith its petals a-whirling—they seldom stay still—And its funny old voice ...
The windmill stands up like a flower on the hillWith its petals a-whirling—they seldom stay still—And its funny old voice ...
I.Willie speaks.Is it wrong, the wish to be great,For I do wish it so?I have asked already my sister Kate;She ...
"The brimming bucket at my mouth -Coolness of water! In all my veins the heat, the drouth, - O, the ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
Now on the summit rapt I stand,The centre of the circling land.See, around, above, below,What beauties blaze, what colors glow!Blending, ...
I have long enough been working down in my cellar,Working spade and pick, boring-chisel and drill;I long for wider spaces, ...
On beyond the jumping-off place,Where the highway turneth south,You will find a yawning hollowAnd you'll dash into its mouth.Just beyond ...
Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous frown, Beyond the bar, where on the dunes the white-capped rollers ...
High on its curving hillside The windmill stands and seesBelow it copse and pasture And hamlet bowered in ...
When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white cloudsDrew their own shadowy purple across the hills,Darkening the valley where the ...
Theirs is a blest intrigue,They are in league,God and my conscience, in conspiracyTo parch my corporal being utterly.Every time I ...
A foolish rhythm turns in my idle head As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky. Why ...
THE EXQUISITE painter Ko-tsu was often reproached by an industrious friend for his fits of idleness. At last he excused ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, ...
The light by the barn that shines all night pales at dawn when a little breeze comes. A little breeze ...
UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow One mile high and two miles wide, they say on ...
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