The Death Of Olaf Tryggvision (Katharine Lee Bates Poems)
IBLUE as blossom of the myrtleSmiled the steadfast eyes of OlafOn the host of ships that harriedHis enraged, gold-glittering Dragon,Snared ...
IBLUE as blossom of the myrtleSmiled the steadfast eyes of OlafOn the host of ships that harriedHis enraged, gold-glittering Dragon,Snared ...
AH, to be by Mooni now! Where the great dark hills of wonder, Scarred with storm and cleft asunder By ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
II was a rebel, if you please,A reckless fighter to the last,Nor do I fall upon my kneesAnd ask forgiveness ...
A sudden roar, a mighty rushing sound,A jolt or two, a smoothly sliding rise,A tumbled blur of disappearing ground,And then all ...
All my life's short years had been stern and sterile — I stood like one whom the blasts blow back —As ...
MY soul has left its tent of clay And seeks from star to star,'Mid flaming worlds that are to be, And fruitful ...
World, are thou 'ware of a storm? Hark to the ominous sound; How the far-off gales their battle form, And the great sea-swells ...
Like a gay skiff that flees the somber shoreAnd lilts again upon the crystal sea,Her wet breast stroking with caressing ...
If I sit in the dustFor lauding good wine,Ha, ha! it is just:So sits the vine!Abu Midjan sang as he ...
What shall I be?—I will be a knightWalled up in armour black,With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.And ...
"THEY had brought in such sheafs of hair, And flung them all about us there In the loud noonday's heat ...
IHe sat with his foolish mouth agape at the golden glare of the sea,And his wizened ...
Come, fling for a moment, my fellows, The pick and shovel aside,And rise from the moil of our ten hours' ...
Laybrother of the Society of Jesus Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed ...
Laybrother of the Society of Jesus Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed ...
House ablaze, hissing, dying Crimson anguish My daughter upstairs, alone Helpless Firetruck - red, loud, racing, screech HELP ME! MY ...
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes, And then the clash of ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
When the sun sets over the long blue wave I spring from my couch of rest, And I hurtle and ...
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