The Vagabonds (Bliss Carman Poem)
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
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