Grant’s Dirge (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
Beauty and splendor were on every hand:Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapesThat smote ...
Thou art my morning, twilight, noon, and eve,My summer and my winter, spring and fall;For Nature left on thee a ...
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