One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
Then one ran, crying, while Niloiya wrought,"The Master cometh!" and she went withinTo adorn herself for meeting him. And ShemWent ...
Vitus came tripping over the grassWhen all the leaves in the trees were green,Through the green meadows he did passOn ...
IDreams come true, and everythingIs fresh and lusty in the spring.In groves that smell like ambergris,Wind-songs, bird-songs, never cease.Go with ...
Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,And listless hands ...
At supper time an ondine's narrow feetmade dark tracks on the hearth.Like the heart of a yellow fruit was the ...
THE Kings to the StableThey brought sweet spice,The gold and the silver,And jewels of price.But the Dove by the mangerShe ...
What has the sea swept up?A Viking oar, long mouldered in the peaceOf grey oblivion? Some dim-burning bowlOf unmixed gold, ...
What fruits they have, and how heaven smilesUpon those late-discovered isles.Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fightBetwixt a nation and ...
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. I sing of May-poles, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I have no store Of gryphon-guarded gold; Now, as before, Bare is the shepherd's fold. Rubies nor pearls Have I ...
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left ...
Where the remote Bermudas ride In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd, From a small Boat, that row'd along, The listning Winds ...
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd ...
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