The Old Sac Village (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Ye who read in musty volumesPages worn of Backwoods Times,Of the red man and the white man,In the thrilling days ...
Ye who read in musty volumesPages worn of Backwoods Times,Of the red man and the white man,In the thrilling days ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet,And you would have me remember, And I would ...
Up, Amarylis! Darling, awaken! Through the still bracken Soft airs swell; ...
The Roman orator spoke out 'midst civil war and strife:"Too long I slumbered, and Rome's night Has overtaken me upon ...
631Ourselves were wed one summer-dear-Your Vision-was in June-And when Your little Lifetime failed,I wearied-too-of mine-And overtaken in the Dark-Where You ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I saw love today In goodbye Sorrow Hope For union in eternity A husband wasting, overtaken Reaper alongside Wife losing ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as white As may be ...
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice ...
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- Your Vision -- was in June -- And when Your little Lifetime ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
One of twain, twin-born with flowers that waken, Now hath passed from sense of sun and rain: Wind from off ...
1 The children of the Czar Played with a bouncing ball In the May morning, in the Czar's garden, Tossing ...
FIRST SPIRIT O thou, who plum'd with strong desire Wouldst float above the earth, beware! A Shadow tracks thy flight ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice? Or ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
There in the fringe of trees between the upper field and the edge of the one below it that runs ...
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