Some Characters I Can’t Admire (Jared Barhite Poems)
The seeming saint with long drawn face, Who thinks that he has so much grace He should be throned on highest place To ...
The seeming saint with long drawn face, Who thinks that he has so much grace He should be throned on highest place To ...
Nine months after writing this poem, my mother died, Dec. 21st, 1894. My vision eye beholds a form, Bent low by years ...
I sit when the shadows are stealing The light of departing day, And think of the scenes and pleasures I enjoyed in my ...
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