The Banks O’ Turkey Run (Freeman Edwin Miller Poems)
Like a thousan' birds o' brightness from the isles o' summer seas, Rickollections, full o' gladness, come with songs and ...
Like a thousan' birds o' brightness from the isles o' summer seas, Rickollections, full o' gladness, come with songs and ...
Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Land, O, land of the Fair God, Land where ancient, savage races Through barbarian ages trod! ...
Behold! As from the shades of night, An army gathers full of might, And strong with constant courage stands 'Tween ...
The brazen bells of laughing lands In swelling echoes wildly ring, And over seas and ...
Sing me a song, O, Wind, Of musical cadence sweet, Which in the wood around Shall often and ...
If Love were king, That sacred Love which knows not selfish pleasure, But for its children spends its fondest treasure, ...
O weak and weary world Forever struggling on, When will thy toils in comfort be impearled, When ...
How sweet the brazen belfries chime Across the hills and through the dales, And o'er the breasts of ...
'Tis not by selfish miser's greed The great rewards of love are given; 'Tis not the cynic's haughty creed ...
Glad winters on the olden farm! How raptures from those early times Commingle into fairy chimes Which gently ...
Nature has a thousand choirs Singing in the sylvan shadows, And the music of her lyres Echoes in ...
Alone, alone, in the twilight gray, In the shadows so dark and dim, I watch through all of the ...
Away, away, from the sultry ways Where the pleasures fall and fade, To the bannered corn and the meadowed ...
When man from pure perfection fell, And bathed his life in grief and woe, His angel heart had ...
Good night, my little love, good-night! May angels keep With fondest watch thy slumbers, till the ...
They will find in this life who are grieved with its gladness No songs for the heart and no ...
Our souls are the deserts of sorrow, Our hearts are the ashes of hope, And madly from gladness we ...
The songs that mother used to sing! How tenderly those ditties roll, And to the dirges in my ...
Quaff the glass, the wine is red, And the rose of youth is glowing, While the toils of life ...
The softest beams of the stars are born in the farthest skies, And fairest rays of the sun where evening ...
A tender song in shadows grew, And humble hearts were homes it knew. But through its wondrous music stole The ...
We meet again beyond the barren past, Beyond the pride, the sorrows and the tears; And yearnings leave ...
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