Time for the Fair (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cold in the air reminds me of the country fair the candied apple, the hot burnt sausage sub the ...
The cold in the air reminds me of the country fair the candied apple, the hot burnt sausage sub the ...
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears ...
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- It would hurt us -- were we awake -- But ...
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did -- I run it over -- "Dead", Brain, "Dead." ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason "Oh murder! What was that, Papa!" "My child, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
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