Lines To The Hon. George L. Knox (Eloise Alberta Bibb Poems)
(Editor of "The Freeman," Indianapolis, Indiana.)Know ye the man whom God has blessed,With gifts peculiar to the restOf men who ...
(Editor of "The Freeman," Indianapolis, Indiana.)Know ye the man whom God has blessed,With gifts peculiar to the restOf men who ...
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, Being first of those to whom the Power was ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, ...
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close ...
Waiting for her in the usual bar He finds she's late again. Impatience frets at him, But not the fearful, ...
On silver sand where ripples curled I counted sea-gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the world, And innocent as ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
She was so wonderful I wondered If wedding me she had not blundered; She was so pure, so high above ...
When old Noah stared across the floods, Sky and water melted into one Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun. Mountain-tops ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields, In converse with sweet women long since dead; And out of blossoms ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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