White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
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 I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
The lover of child Marjory Had one white hour of life brim full; Now the old nurse, the rocking sea, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
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