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Submissions by Ezust, Paul ( 29 texts )
Virginia Thompson is my name
; title: "American Sampler Song"
Prairie goes to the mountain
; title: "Prairie Prayer"
How sweet a thought
; title: "A Hawthorne Berry"
The fox he came lolloping, lolloping
; title: "Hunting Song"
Bury this old Illinois farmer with respect
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story
I made you many and many a song
; title: "The net"
I cannot be what the sea is
; title: "The sea lover"
; title: "From 'The Enchanted April'"
When I was out one morning
; title: "The shepherd"
How very small is the little plant that springs up
; title: "How very small"
There are little coral insects that begin to work
; title: "Coral insects"
Little by little, and lesson by lesson I will gather up
; title: "A thoughtful boy"
The frost walked last night. From the maple
; title: "Summer is gone"
The fat cat on the mat
; title: "Cat"
The Mountain pine is a man at arms
; title: "The elm tree"
The Town Beyond the Mountain
; title: "The Town Beyond the Mountain"
Soft and dreamy seeker of pleasant emotions, you
; title: "Song of the Marsh"
It is true that I am walking in the Valley of the Shadow of Death
; title: "Walking in the Valley of the Shadow"
A Spirit dances down the world
; title: "October"
What be those crown'd forms high over the sacred fountain?
In the Kingdom of Thrace there lived a singer and Orpheus
; title: "Orpheus"
Come, let us plant the apple tree!
; title: "The planting of the apple tree"
For peace and liberty, for food and raiment
; title: "Mr Franklin Proffers Thanks"
There’s a pool in the ancient forest,"
; title: "The Picture"
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow
; title: "On a night of snow"
Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete
Let it be you who lean above me