The Ready Artists (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,And all of Nature's artists have their colors ...
The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,And all of Nature's artists have their colors ...
" The World is Mine FOR me the jasmine buds unfold And silver daisies star the lea, The ...
Sing a song for Evaleen, only two years old, Running laughing on life's path in her wilful way; Christ-Child, Whom ...
WHAT reck we of the creeds of men?- We see them-we shall see again. What reck we of the tempest's ...
Hail, thou auspicious vernal dawn!Ye birds, proclaim the winter's gone,Ye warbling minstrels sing;Pour forth your tribute as ye rise,And thus ...
The Man Closing Up," from Night Light" (1967), would make his bed,If he could sleep on it.He would make his ...
. . . and the children's teeth shall be set on edge.I see him old, trapped in a burly houseCold ...
WELCOME, sweet season of delight,What beauties charm the wond'ring sightIn thy enchanting reign!How fresh descends the morning dew,Whilst op'ning flow'rs ...
There goes the Winter, sulkily slinkingSomewhere behind the trees on the hill.He caught a vision of sweet Spring prinkingIn green ...
O the calling of the waves on the pebbled beach below, And the seagull sweeping o'er the waters grey!O ...
I like to get to thinking of the old days that are gone,When there were joys that never more the ...
Some reckon their age by years,Some measure their life by art;But some tell their days by the flood of their ...
Stranger, approach! within this iron doorThrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneathThat vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confinedBy ...
"THE COLD blast at the casement beats; The window-panes are white; The snow whirls through the empty streets; ...
Oh, how I hate these chills, these winter ills, Bleak blasts and breezes;Abominate the "flu," the fierce "Tishoo" -- All ...
DEAR friend, for thee, through ev'ry changing year,Unchang'd affection draws the tie more near;Treasure most precious, dearest to the heart,Increas'd ...
In the winter, flowers are springing;In the winter, woods are green,Where our banished birds are singing,Where our summer sun is ...
O Lord, I cannot but believeThe birds do sing thy praises then, when they sing to one another,And they are ...
(June, 1903) O Tintern, Tintern! evermore my dreams Troubled by thy grave beauty shall be born; Thy ...
Winter is here and it aint so nice tendin' the feeders and choppin' ice.Nasty weather to stir about. ...
Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et! Low at first and flattering, Full of soft seductiveness on a wheedling note.Who comes in mercy now, crumbs ...
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,This is the thing I find to be:That I am weary of words and ...
If I could but attain my wish,I'd have each day one wholesome dish,Of plain meat, or fowl, or fish.A glass ...
What do they dream about standing there In the windows facing the street?Eyes transfixed in a strange, far stare, Smiles ...
Who now enters here,With his locks at the sere,And a face like a boy?Winter full of joy,Young heart and old ...
In the everlasting armsMid life's dangers and alarmsLet calm trust your spirit fill;Know He's God, and then be still.Trustingly I ...
Golden and white in the garden walk,Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show,'Mid withered blossom and wilted stalkWhere never a rosebud dares ...
O take away your dried and painted garlands! The snow-cloth's fallen from each quicken'd brow, The stone's rolled off ...
Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing,And humble glories of the youthful Spring;Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse,And soft ...
Timothy Winters comes to schoolWith eyes as wide as a football pool,Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:A blitz of ...
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