Between The Rapids (Archibald Lampman Poems)
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
I passed through the gates of the city,The streets were strange and still,Through the doors of the open churchesThe organs ...
Or whether sad or joyous be her hours,Yet ever is she good and ever fair.If she be glad, 'tis like ...
Out of the Northland sombre weirds are calling;A shadow falleth southward day by day;Sad summers arms grow cold; his fire ...
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