Widowed (Cale Young Rice Poems)
One wild gull on a wilder storm, Winging to keep her lone heart warm. One wild gull by ...
One wild gull on a wilder storm, Winging to keep her lone heart warm. One wild gull by ...
Flowers are dancing, waves playing, pines swaying, gulls are a-swarm; Sea and heather, sunning together, glad of the weather, ...
A flock of winds came winging from the North,Strong birds with fighting pinions driving forthWith a resounding call!Where will they ...
I Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, Which over the earth before man came was ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
I have a tiny piney wood; my trees are only fifty, Yet give me shade and solitude For they are ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
They say that Monte Carlo is A sunny place for shady people; But I'm not in the gambling biz, And ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
It was eight bells ringing, For the morning watch was done, And the gunner's lads were singing As they polished ...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of ...
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