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 ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
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