Mates (Ada Cambridge Poems)
It boots not to retrace the path To ages dim and hoar, When Man, at the domestic hearth, ...
It boots not to retrace the path To ages dim and hoar, When Man, at the domestic hearth, ...
Awakes for me and leaps from shroudAll radiantly the moon's own nightOf folded showers in streamer cloud;Our shadows down the ...
Originally called the Place de Louis Seize,--next the Place de laRevolution, where the perpetual guillotine stood. PROUD Seine, along thy ...
Proud Seine, along thy winding ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders,I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all ...
Gaelic AirLane, on the winding Earn, there standsAn unco tow'r, sae stern an' auld,Biggit by lang forgotten hands,—Aince refuge o' ...
With the advent of the AutumnTrees behave as Nature taught 'em; Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar, and the Chestnut known ...
YOU modern men, purveyors of perfection,Whose blazoned gifts from catalogue andhoardingRefurbish hackneyed eulogies, recordingYour stock's worth and all rivalry's subjection ...
If I were able to disclose thy charms, And truly paint, as they appear to me, Those latent beauties I ...
I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, ...
And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion." And he answered saying: Your soul ...
Ishmael, oh Ishmael set down the rock Isaac, oh Isaac drop your sword. For as you do, so do your ...
Missing the message, the real message He was teaching lost in their own thoughts, their own ambitions, rivalry their own ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two ...
O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
The bank broke and I lost my savings. I was sick of the tiresome game in Spoon River And I ...
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