One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
A spectral film that came and went,In its elusive way gave ventIn some unreal words which meant;"I think therefore I ...
The legendary muscle that wants and grieves,The organ of attachment, the pump of thrillsAnd troubles, clinging in stubborn coloniesLike pulpy ...
I.Time of crisp and tawny leaves,And of tarnished harvest sheaves,And of dusty grasses--weeds--Thistles, with their tufted seedsVoyaging the Autumn breezeLike ...
To--morrow--'tis an idle sound, Tell me of no such dreary thing; A new land whither I am bound After strange wandering. What care I ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
Father and mother, authors of my birth, Ye dwell in bliss; your son on sinful earth. Hail, happy pair, who ...
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
Rachel, the beautiful (as she was called),Despised our mother Leah, for that she Was tender-ey'd, lean-favor'd, and did lack The ...
I.MorningTHE morning sun has pierced the mist,And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.Blue as the lapis-lazuliThe sea reflects the azure ...
885Our little Kinsmen-after RainIn plenty may be seen,A Pink and Pulpy multitudeThe tepid Ground upon.A needless life, it seemed to ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon. ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the ...
The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings To crown the feast where swells the broad-vein'd brow, Where maidens blush at what ...
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