After The Rain (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
I.NOON. The tanned and sultry noon climbs high Up gleaming reaches of the sky; Below the balmy belts of pines The cliff-lunged river laps ...
He lives, still he lives! In the mountain fast,soaked in blood, he lies and groans,a rebel, wounded in the chest,a ...
HOW bright this weird autumnal eve--While the wild twilight clings around,Clothing the grasses every-where,With scarce a dream of sound!The high ...
I am the spirit of all that lives,Labours and loses and forgives.My breath's the wind among the reeds;I'm wounded when ...
Comrades! the end of the world's at hand! Our round earth planet? Ah, no;The planet shall roll, and the great sun ...
(Eccl. VII,3) To 'Uncle George BromleyI hold not that sorrow than laughterIs better for man;The storm-clouds that darken the heavensThan ...
Sometimes the ghosts forgotten goAlong the hill-top way,And with long scythes of silver mowMeadows of moonlit hay,Until the cocks of ...
O YE ancient and undisturbed Armenian plains of kind mornings,And ye, golden fields, rich orchards, and pastures smiling with life,Ye ...
Sowin' things an' growin' things, an' watchin' of 'em grow;That's the game, my father said, an' father ought to know."Settin' ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
I knew an old philanthropist, a farming man was he,Shrewd at a deal, but still withal a man of charity.He ...
"What strength! what strife! what rude unrest! What shocks! what half-shaped armies met! A mighty nation moving west, With all ...
There is a cap in the closet, Old, tattered, and blue—Of very slight value, It may be, to ...
I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pestsIs this here wireless an' these here Tests.Up to the house and around ...
Here is one picture of the human world: An unreaped field and Death, the harvester, Taking his rest ...
When I see a couple of kids And guess he's fucking her and she's Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
AS I watch'd the ploughman ploughing, Or the sower sowing in the fields-or the harvester harvesting, I saw there too, ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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