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Joseph Pullman Porter's Poetry, by first line

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  • A Satire
    'Still sits the schoolhouse by the road,
    A ragged beggar sunning,
    49 lines
  • From Pen and Brush
    At times, the mind speaks forth its pleasure
    And clothes its thoughts in pigment or in rhyme.
    16 lines
  • October
    Crispy air and azure skies,
    High above, a white cloud flies,
    24 lines
  • Reflections
    He paused where the river meets the wood,
    And watched on its limpid plane
    26 lines
  • To My Pal
    I am dreaming tonight by my fireside,
    Of my pal and those days long ago;
    22 lines
  • March
    March! And the brook still ice-bound,
    And grass all brown and grey.
    21 lines
  • The Red God's Band
    They say that life's just what we make it.
    Each one guides the course of his soul:
    37 lines
  • Wild Orchids
    Under the pines, near the murmuring brook,
    I know the wild orchids grow,
    29 lines
  • Transformation
    Under the sunset's golden ray,
    Yonder mountain, green and gray,
    12 lines
  • My Inspiration
    When skies are black instead of azure blue
    And all the world seems sadly out of tune,
    14 lines
  • Our Yard
    You ought'er come over to our yard.
    Oh boy! But we have fun!
    47 lines
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