A Satire (Joseph Pullman Porter Poems)
'Still sits the schoolhouse by the road,A ragged beggar sunning,Around it still the sumacs growAnd blackberry vines are running.'A poet ...
'Still sits the schoolhouse by the road,A ragged beggar sunning,Around it still the sumacs growAnd blackberry vines are running.'A poet ...
OH, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind,And it's bye, my little wee one, bye;The harvest ...
ISTILL do the garden's half-awakened bedsWait for the passing of the wintry cold;But in this fairy palace we beholdThe sheltered ...
By the mist clouds of fog that creep over the sun,By the twinkles of stars that ethereally run,By the surge ...
I.Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isleSees summer on its verdant pastures smile,Its cornfields waving in the winds that sweepThe ...
Oh, to have a little farm, A little hearth so warm and bright,And three little boys all safe from harm In from ...
THE wild-eyed, savage gull, with bow'd wing, tipsThe white, flat surface of the misty sea;Or, stooping in the wind-trod, hollow ...
My dam was a mustang white and proud,My sire was as black as a thunder cloud;I was foaled on the ...
A'a awm feeared tha's come too sooin, Little daisy!Pray, whativer wor ta doin? Are ta crazy?Winter winds are blowin' yet,--Tha'll be starved, ...
So the winter now closed round themWith resistless fury. ScatteringOver all his breath so icy,He inflamed each wind that blitheTo ...
My coachman, in the moonlight there,Looks through the sidelight of the door;I hear him with his brethren swear,As I could ...
Winter is passing, and the bellsFor ever with their silver layMurmur a melody that tellsOf April and of Easter day.High ...
Hearts to break but nane to sell,Gear to tine but nane to hain;—We maun dree a weary spellEre our lad ...
Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?Angel of happiness, herald of fleetness,Thou hast the ...
Blessed is the man that beholdeth the face of a friend in a far country,The darkness of his heart is ...
I.When in the wind the vane turns round, And round, and round;And in his kennel whines the hound;When all the gable ...
All night I dreamed of my home,of the roads that are so longand straight they die in the middle-among the ...
Fleetly hath passed the year. The seasons cameduly as they are wont-the gentle spring,and the delicious summer, and the cool,rich ...
BUSH and vale thou fill'st againWith thy misty ray,And my spirit's heavy chainCastest far away.Thou dost o'er my fields extendThy ...
IDedicationYou never came here; but I goHere often and am met by you.Each room and road here must renewThe thought ...
_Now_ is past--the happy _now_ When we together rovedBeneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough And Nature said we loved. Winter's blastThe _now_ since then ...
MANY good works I've done and ended,Ye take the praise—I'm not offended;For in the world, I've always thoughtEach thing its ...
And sleeps thy heart when flower and tree Adorn the summer stillness? And did young Spring pass over thee In ...
'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you;For morn is ...
Drifting awayLike mote on the stream,To--day's disappointmentYesterday's dream;Ever resolving--Never to mend:Such is our progress:Where is the end?Whirling awayLike leaf in ...
Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from collegeone winter, hauling a load of Herefordsfrom Hogtown to Guymon with a pint ofEzra Brooks ...
I.ONE happy year has fled, Sall,Since you were all my own,The leaves have felt the autumn blight,The wintry storm has ...
The first faint dawn was flushing up the skiesWhen, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,I looked out to the oak that, ...
The day returns by which we date our years:Day of the joy of giving,-that means love;Day of the joy of ...
Jack and Joan they think no ill,But loving live, and merry still;Do their week-days' work, and prayDevoutly on the holy ...
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