Under The Willows (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
I.I WALK about in driving snow, And drizzling rain, splashed o'er and o'er;No sign that radiant spring e'en now Stands at the ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,Of late the very type of tender sweetness;Now, through frail leaves and misty ...
MaY is a pious fraud of the almanac.A ghastly parody of real SpringShaped out of snow and breathed with eastern ...
On Sunday when I go to church I ...
My father's house once more,In its own moonlight beauty! yet around,Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,Broods, never marked before!Is it ...
I saw him in the distance, as the train went speeding by,A shivery little fellow standing in the sun to ...
If you want a receipt for a melodramatical, Thrillingly thundery, popular show,Take an old father, unyielding, emphatical, Driving his daughter ...
When clear October suns unfoldmallee tips of red and goldchildren on their way to schooldiscover tadpoles in a pool,iceplants sheathed ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
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