The Witch of York, by George Houghton
Up o'er the hill and broken wall
There stole a...
Up o'er the hill and broken wall
There stole a...
I Thou shalt not whimper, daughter mine!
No ...
The Battle of Chancellorsville, 1863 The sun ...
In backward vision, from the primal dusk
I sa...
Pure and argent, westward far,
Burns a solit...
The night was on the world, and in my sleep
I...
There seems no wind in all the land.
Austere a...
O HAPPY feelings coming from outside,
You hav...
THIS water hardly keeps a memory of its sources...
O many and many a day before we met,
I knew s...
Sweet Heaven! I do love a maiden,
Radiant, r...
There lives a voice within me, a guest-angel o...
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, ...
I don't care
if you have found a sitter,
for...
I was talking to this bird
and he was really p...
We all have our own Nessie. Mine if you ...
He wasn’ t sure what to do.
He couldn&rs...
I DREAMED of a cruel lad
torturing a little bi...
THY arms with bracelets I will deck,
and with...
MARBLEHEAD, 1901. The fog slunk down from Lab...
PARIS, 1900. Magician hands through long, la...
Lightsome, laughter-loving June,
Days that s...
Since the great, glad greeting of dawn from th...
Laughter, velvet-lipped, runs ringing
All al...