The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Ye Sons of Great Britain! come join with me And King in praise of the gallant British Armie, That behaved ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
Sprawl is the quality of the man who cut down his Rolls-Royce into a farm utility truck, and sprawl is ...
Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman, And he lived in London town; His wife she was a good kind soul, And ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
'Twas on a Monday morning, and in the year of 1884, That a fire broke out in Bailie Bradford's store, ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Alas! Lord and Lady Dalhousie are dead, and buried at last, Which causes many people to feel a little downcast; ...
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn That Christ our Saviour was born! Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all ...
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled ...
The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal When the saloons were voted out, Because when I was a drinking man, Before ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
In 1936, a child in Hitler's Germany, what did I know about the war in Spain? Andalusia was a tango ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Whenever the Presbyterian bell Was rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell. But when its sound was ...
Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey ...
Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens, When my estate was probated and everyone knew How small a fortune I left?-- ...
I was the Sunday school superintendent, The dummy president of the wagon works And the canning factory, Acting for Thomas ...
Vegetarian, non-resistant, free-thinker, in ethics a Christian; Orator apt at the rhine-stone rhythm of Ingersoll. Carnivorous, avenger, believer and pagan. ...
I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. ...
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