The Oak (Arthur Weir Poems)
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
Ma Chere'Since the morning we parted On the slippery docks of Rochelle,I have wandered, well nigh broken-hearted, Through many a ...
When Champlain with his faithful band Came o'er the stormy waveTo dwell within this lonely land, Their hearts were blithe ...
Mad fools! To think that men can be Made equal all, when GodMade one well nigh divinity And one a ...
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