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Freeman E. Miller Poems

  • Years That Are To Be
    Wild years that are to be
    The sad completion of my weary life,
    In ghostly mantles of despairing strife
    Your phanton dimness darkly shadows me!...
  • Winters On The Farm
    Glad winters on the olden farm!
    How raptures from those early times
    Commingle into fairy chimes
    Which gently banish cries of harm!...
  • When We Shall Meet
    When we shall meet, I strangely know
    The mad emotions that shall flow
    Across my heart all quivering,
    Beneath the raptures he shall bring...
  • When Thou Art Near
    When thou art near, with gladdest grace
    My heart is held in fond embrace,
    For laughing lips with raptures bless
    The toils and tears of my distress,...
  • When Fortunes Frown
    When fortunes frown, the woes, bedight
    With brooding shadows, bring the night,
    While dismal sorrows darkness dole,
    And disappointments rise and roll...
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Soul 40 Heart 40 Life 34 I Love You 33 Love 33 Sweet 32 Never 26 Music 26 Sorrow 23 Tender 21


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Comments about Freeman E. Miller

  • Quichepup: this seems appropriate. poem by freeman e. miller, 1st poet laureate of oklahoma.
  • Braithwaite_rob: …j. e. freeman as eddie dane miller’s crossing marcia gay harden as verna…
  • Thecapey: i can see more of this coming, i.e., freeman to get 5 million per year for 12 years after he likely retires. that explains the nonsense, but why not, if you can afford it that doesn't pardon the bills for what will be one of the worst signings of all time with von miller. stupid
  • Mikemikeinhtown: when j.e freeman says miller’s crossing
  • Kvltvonnegut: miller's crossing, keep j.e. freeman
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