The Poet of the Foreign Legion (J Corson Miller Poems)
Lo! he is gone; star-crowned and clean of tears,With Fame's immortal blossoms on his hair.He met Death's kiss; tonight the ...
Lo! he is gone; star-crowned and clean of tears,With Fame's immortal blossoms on his hair.He met Death's kiss; tonight the ...
I saw the day like some great monarch die, Gold-couched, behind the clouds' rich tapestries. Then, purple-sandaled, clad in silences Of sleep, through ...
From morn till noon upon the window-pane The tempest tapped with rainy finger-nails, And all the afternoon the blustering gales Beat at the ...
Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day,And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray Of the wide sky, far, ...
Those hewers of the clouds, the Winds,—that lairAt the four compass-points,—are out to-night;I hear their sandals trample on the height,I ...
Ye daffodilian days, whose fallen towersShielded our paradisal prime from ill,Fair Past, fair motherhood! let come what will,We, being yours, ...
O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,Thou wert a witness when I kissed the ...
O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,Thou wert a witness when I kissed the ...
Love is the scent with the lotus born.It is the silent choirs of petalsSinging the winter's harmony of uniform beauty.Love ...
Spring is not gone—not yet! not yet!Across Gundary Plain the shadows flight,And where Monaro gleams, a snowdrift glistens white;Against her ...
I HAVE a little kinsman Whose earthly summers are but three, And yet a voyager is he Greater than Drake ...
BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the daysMan tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:"The elder races, that long since ...
WHITHER, sweet days?Whither, O Summer?Whither, O waning moon?And thou, dear life, belov?d one,Whither art thou gone?Not to oblivion!No wing?d comer,Wending ...
The soil of the land is holy, Sacred to love and laughter. But 't will only light the lowly, Our ...
Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, And draws a cloak of trees about his breast. The thunder roars but ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Away, haunt thou me not, Thou vain Philosophy! Little hast thou bestead, Save to perplex the head, And leave the ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
Said a monkey unto me: "How I'm glad I am not you! See, I swing from tree to tree, Something ...
When I am dead I will not care How future generations fare, For I will be so unaware. Though fields ...
MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore Unwearying bear the skyey floor; Man's theatre they bear with ease, Unfrowning cariatides! I, ...
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