William Roscoe Thayer
Poems (3)
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Man in Nature
Climbing up the hillside beneath the summer stars / I listen to the murmur of the drowsy ebbing sea; … -
The Last Hunt
Oh, it ’s twenty gallant gentlemen / Rode out to hunt the deer, … -
The Violin's Complaint
Honest stradivari made men: / With the gift of love he blest me; …