Poems by James Thomas Fields
The Owl-Critic
... How flattened the head is, how jammed down the neck is -- ...
The Captain's Daughter
... " Then we kissed the little maiden, ...
With Wordsworth At Rydal
... Great Natures Priest! thy calm career, ...
Patient Mercy Jones
... She boiled with them, baked with them, washed with them through ...
Ballad Of The Tempest
... And the breakers talked with death ...
The Lucky Horseshoe
... Next spring a great drought baked the sod, ...
Common Sense
... And, when they sneered, she simply said, ...
The Lover's Peril
... More threatning storms have compassed me ...
