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Sam G. Goodrich Poems

  • To A Wild Violet, In March
    My pretty flower,
    How cam'st thou here?
    Around thee all
    Is sad and sere,-...
  • To A Lady Who Had Been Singing
    The spirit-harp within the breast
    A spirit's touch alone can know,-
    Yet thine the power to wake its rest,
    And bid its echoing numbers flow....
  • Thoughts At Sea
    Here is the boundless ocean,-there the sky,
    O'er-arching broad and blue-
    Telling of God and heaven-how deep, how high,
    How glorious and true!...
  • The Two Windmills
    Two neighbors, living on a hill,
    Had each-and side by side-a mill.
    The one was Jones,-a thrifty wight-
    Whose mill in every wind went right....
  • The Two Shades
    Along that gloomy river's brim,
    Where Charon plies the ceaseless oar,
    Two mighty Shadows, dusk and dim,
    Stood lingering on the dismal shore....
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Light 23 Bright 19 Deep 19 Away 18 Sweet 16 Love 15 Grave 15 Heaven 15 Shore 15 Sun 15


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Duqhockey: three stars of the week presented by prosphire and goodrich and geist! • it was a big weekend for the dukes as they picked up their first win on the season as well as their first weekend sweep! • hayden feck: g:(2) a:(1) sam hoyen: g:(1) a:(3) kody reiser: g:(3) •
Hoodieprojcast: in this episode, jon and sir bradley welcome sam goodrich to the podcast as a host! listen as the trio talk about the karen's that they have faced in their service jobs.
Grisingtrs: not a lot of change in p/g. 1970s & 1950s players were helped more than higher-pace 1960s players: adj p/g real p/g 26.3 24.2 maravich 25.5 27.0 west 24.1 25.7 oscar 22.7 18.5 schayes 22.2 17.8 sharman 19.4 18.8 archibald 19.3 18.8 monroe 19.1 18.6 goodrich 17.3 17.7 sam jones
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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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