The Sea Fog (Josephine Jacobsen Poems)
It was sudden.That slightly heaving hotel, from a folder,was there one instant: through the glass a bloodorange balljust diving, a ...
It was sudden.That slightly heaving hotel, from a folder,was there one instant: through the glass a bloodorange balljust diving, a ...
'Twas sunset's hour, the glorious dayHad in its beauty passed away;The sun had bathed in golden dyesThis Southern land of ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so loneClouds are not lonelier, the forest layIn emerald darkness round us. Many a ...
IThe shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs,Twisted and tortured, nevermore are still;Grief and decay sit with it; they, ...
I.Dar'st thou amid the varied multitudeTo live alone, an isolated thing?To see the busy beings round thee spring,And care for ...
A noiseless, patient spider,I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,It ...
HOW soon forgotten are the Dead! A splendid throng the Palace calls To meet and revel in its halls; And ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
Most sweet, most powerful, Controller of my inmost soul; The terrible, yet precious gift Of heaven, companion kind Of all ...
I see yet, bright as summer beams, The spot where all my childhood wander'd,And where, in rich Arabian dreams, I ...
The spot is flaked with mist, that fills,Thickening into rolls more dank,The thresholds and the window-sills,And smokes on every bank.The ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
He: Blue, blue eternally, dark waves and skyBlue - and beyond unending deeps of blue,This and the emerald earth, the ...
WILD rider of grey clouds, beneath whose breath The stars dissolve in mist, or rain, or sleet;Who chariotest the ...
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. ...
And how can I, born in evil days And fresh from failure, ask a kindness of Fate? -- Written A.D. ...
A NOISELESS, patient spider, I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
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