Blossom. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
A LONE rose in a garden burned - a quivering flame,But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;And now ...
A LONE rose in a garden burned - a quivering flame,But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;And now ...
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and ...
If all my writings are about sadness,it's no surprise, for a heart in mourningcannot have joyous thoughts. Asleep orawake, every ...
Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.From each a mystic silence Love demands.What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.What do ...
Lovers of whores don't care,happy, calm and replete:But my arms are incomplete,grasping the empty air.Thanks to stars, incomparable ones,that blaze ...
From each, Love demands a mystic silence.What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love.Love is the subject of their inmost ...
My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise, a captive as Racine, the man of craft, drawn through his maze ...
If you meet literature from Africa Or even their mentors In such works You realize a trait of madness Pumping ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
"Alexander son of Philip, and the Greeks except the Lacedaemonians--" We can very well imagine that they were utterly indifferent ...
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE LONG time I lay in little ease Where, placed by the Turanian, Marseilles, ...
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy ...
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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