The Old-Fashioned Garden (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,Coiling up and down like an iron serpentThat rears now its torso, ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
Negro Patriot-Killed In Boston, March 5,!770.WHERE shall we seek for a hero, and where shall we find a story?Our laurels ...
Buy my roses, citizens,-- Here are roses golden white,Like the stars that lovers watch On a purple summer night.Here are roses ruddy ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
What's man but a heathenish bandit?Earth's charity proves but a lie -Tis given with looks that remand it;Philanthropy's all in ...
In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well Holding the helm of state through all these yearsThe land at large unites ...
Died in Norwich, Connecticut, January 18th, 1862, aged 92.Had I an artist's pencil, I might sketchHer as she was, in ...
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
INow farewell to you! you areOne of my dearest, whom I trust:Now follow you the Western star,And cast the old ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
HOME of the Percy's high-born race,Home of their beautiful and brave,Alike their birth and burial place,Their cradle, and their grave!Still ...
Napoleon made his Marshals out of mud,And Cromwell's Ironsides were mostly tanner,But nowadays our officers have blood,And lots of cash, ...
The night goes away, another night, and the wingof an immense airplance has placed itselfbetween the wide blue and the ...
DEAD AT PITTSFIELD, MASS., 1876O poor Romancer--thou whose printed page,Filled with rude speech and ruder forms of strife,Was given to ...
dear boss i wish you would speakto that lazy good for nothingboston bull terrier of yourswhom you call petepete has ...
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
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