The Moon is a Painter (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
He coveted her portrait. He toiled as she grew gay. She loved to see him labor In that devoted way. ...
He coveted her portrait. He toiled as she grew gay. She loved to see him labor In that devoted way. ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...
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