Near The White Ledge, Sandwich, N. H. (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
A LITTLE maiden, in her handA pitcher, on her head a bandOf yellow cloth; her neck was bare,The kerchief fluttered ...
I love to walk against the yellow light,The lemon-yellow of the first daylight,When cold and clear above the frozen earthThe ...
Far in the south the redwings hear and speedTo answer nature's far-heard northern cry;Swift from the fields they gather and ...
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