Among The Redwoods (Edward Rowland Sill Poems)
FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet. Pity makes pride, and hate ...
FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet. Pity makes pride, and hate ...
FIVE mites of monads dwelt in a round drop That twinkled on a leaf by a pool in the sun. ...
WERE there no crowns on earth, No evergreen to weave a hero's wreath, That he must pass beyond the gates ...
WHAT cared she for the free hearts? She would comfort The prisoned one: What recked I of the wanton other ...
BURY it, and sift Dust upon its light,- Death must not be left, To offend the sight. Cover the old ...
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