A Forest Idyl (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I Beneath an old beech-tree They sat together, Fair as a flower was she Of summer weather. They spoke of life and love, While, through the ...
I Beneath an old beech-tree They sat together, Fair as a flower was she Of summer weather. They spoke of life and love, While, through the ...
O Love! the mischief thou hast done!Thou god of pleasure and of pain!--None can escape thee--yes there's one--All others find ...
When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup ofsweet waters into a cup of salt tears, ...
YE pleasant myths of Eld, why have ye fled?The earth has fallen from her blissful primeOf summer years, the dews ...
Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain, Oreads all ?Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Dead Adonais lies, and mourning all, The Loves wail round ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwineRapture must render each glance bright and ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
TO FLORA. I.Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee!Thou restest now beneath some shady tree,Near a swift brook, upon ...
The Autumn comes, and chilly frost of morn, Has, with his crystal mantle, all things spread, And tinged with iris ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain, Oreads all ? Nothing at all stirs here save the ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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