Daylight is Dying (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and ...
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy, By the bedside of his sick mother her only ...
Alas! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead! Who often has his lustre shed: Especially by singing for the benefit of ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain For the guilty ...
O Merlin in your crystal cave Deep in the diamond of the day, Will there ever be a singer Whose ...
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, though the praiser ...
To my little niece Sally Livingston, on the death of a little serenading wren she admired. Hasty pilgrim stop thy ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician, With thy long lean hand; Downward the starry tapers burn, Sinks soft the waning sand; ...
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
THE North Star whispers: "You are one Of those whose course no chance can change. You blunder, but are not ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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