miles - Popular Poems and stories from category

Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters
and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur
—Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wi...

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In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims  To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,
Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather,

I like to see it lap the Miles -
And lick the Valleys up -
And stop to feed itself at Tanks -
And then - prodigious step