While the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory, In the lilac-scented stillness, let us listen to Earth's story. All the flow'rs like moths a-flutter glimmer rich with dusky hues,...
1 The moon hummed like a refrigerator, light thru shadows - the solitude of dusk closing in; black scars visible across the moon's face shaped like mountainous hands, all...
You could have driven a pick-up truck thru spokes of that moon, so big and radiant this upended water chestnut - ground mist weeping in the shadows flutter of an old woman's shawl,...
Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over mountain peaks outlying Clear against the blue Comes a scout in silence flying,...
Who is a Christian in this Christian land Of many churches and of lofty spires? Not he who sits in soft upholstered pews Bought by the profits of unholy greed, And looks devotion, while he thinks of gain....
Who learns my lesson complete? Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker, parents and offspring, merchant, clerk, porter and customer,...
Who'll wear the beaten colours, and cheer the beaten men? Who'll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again? Where sullen crowds are densest, and fickle as the sea,...
Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still - Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will. Fourth o' July's nothin' to it! - New Year's ain't a smell!...
Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the little blasts of fear That the hireling blows into my ear
Why wilt thou chide, Who hast attained to be denied? Oh learn, above All price is my refusal, Love. My sacred Nay Was never cheapened by the way. Thy single sorrow crowns thee lord...
Clayton brothers at the corral, its Earp City today tumbleweed junction for numerous lives, not to mention lies swift-draw artists encased in a memory of stone boots up ......
Was it a dream?--that crowded concert-room In Bath; that sea of ruffles and laced coats; And William Herschel, in his powdered wig, Waiting upon the platform, to conduct...
Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up Parnassus pechin; Whiles owre a bush wi' downward crush The doitie beastie stammers;...