Mary Dow Brine

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  • dikshita (2/11/2020 7:00:00 AM)

    i think she is a nice poet

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  • D. Johnson (11/26/2018 12:21:00 PM)

    This poem has many mistakes. A lot of the wording is wrong. I have the copy from Best Loved Books of The American People. Look it up. It's a wonderful poem.

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  • mspdd (8/30/2018 9:26:00 AM)

    excellent poem by Mary Dow Brine

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  • Izzah (7/31/2018 9:38:00 AM)

    I like the poems of Mary Dow Brine

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  • Aayush Sharma (7/2/2018 11:15:00 AM)

    A wonderful and fantastic poey she is...

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  • tanya (7/2/2018 6:14:00 AM)

    i like her all the poems but want to know about her. can i get a bit information about her by you on the google app? ?

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  • Nidha (6/4/2018 11:03:00 AM)

    Nice poems

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  • Marci (4/8/2018 3:38:00 AM)

    This rendition of the poem somebody's mother is not exactly as it was taught in school around 1946.

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Best Poem of Mary Dow Brine

Twilight On The Beach

The crimson glory of the setting sun
Hath lain a moment on the ocean's breast,
Till twilight shadows, gathering one by one,
Bring us the tidings, day is gone to rest.

Far out upon the waters, like a veil,
The mists of evening rise and stretch away
Between the horizon and the distant sail,
And earth and sea are clothed in sombre gray.

The tide comes higher up the smooth, wide beach,
Singing the song it has for ages sung;
Recedes, and carries far beyond our reach
The freight my idle hands have seaward flung.

Over the white-capped waves the ...

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