In Ampezzo (Trumbull Stickney Poems)
Only once more and not again--the larchesShake to the wind their echo, 'Not again,'--We see, below the sky that over-archesHeavy ...
Only once more and not again--the larchesShake to the wind their echo, 'Not again,'--We see, below the sky that over-archesHeavy ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
1Still far the asphodels,grey-transparent Spring.Meanwhile, the sand rustles,the wave foams.But here, like Persephone,my soul joins the gentle circle,and in the ...
A mystic world mantled in white simarreArachne-spun with argent woof; her wedeStarred with strange crystals wrought from frozen spar,Sprent with ...
IAS lightly as a filmy veilThat folds the April larch,My tenderest joy drops like a dreamDown from the buds of ...
The morning sky is white with mist, the earth White with the inspiration of the dew. The harvest light is ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, ...
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