Why (Bliss Carman Poem)
FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The ...
FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The ...
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
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