The Poet’s Town (John Gneisenau Neihardt Poems)
I'MID glad green miles of tillageAnd fields where cattle graze,A prosy little village,You drowse away the days.And yet — a ...
I'MID glad green miles of tillageAnd fields where cattle graze,A prosy little village,You drowse away the days.And yet — a ...
GLAUCUS, the fisher, sat his tossing craft:The sun was dying on the Roman lake,And, save where Day, departing, grimly laughed,The ...
YEARLY thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
TOO long mere words have thralled us. Let us think!Oh ponder, are we "free and equal" yet?That July bombast, writ ...
Yearly thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
TREADER of the blue steeps and the hollows under!Day-Flinger, Hope-Singer, crowned with awful hair!Battle Lord with burning sword to cleave ...
OH, there are those, a sordid clan,With pride in gaud and faith in gold,Who prize the sacred soul of manFor ...
SEE how the blue-girt hills are spreadWith regal cloth of gold;How, panoplied in haughty red,The frosted maples stand;The golden rod, ...
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