Asphodel (Edwin Evans Ewing Poems)
I'll think of thee, I'll think of thee,When raging tempests wildly blow,Mid storm and darkness—wond'rous powers!Heaping the stainless, virgin snowAbove ...
I'll think of thee, I'll think of thee,When raging tempests wildly blow,Mid storm and darkness—wond'rous powers!Heaping the stainless, virgin snowAbove ...
Few the joys—oh! few and scattered—That from fleeting life we borrow;And we're paying, ever paying,With an usury of sorrow!If a ...
Long since, I lived in lordly porches frontingWith thronged, enormous pillars to the tide,Where day as in basaltic caverns diedWith ...
I fling the past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have ...
The imperishable phantoms, Love and Fame,Nor Beauty, burning on the mist and mireA fugitive uncapturable fire,Nor God, that is a ...
Lightly kiss and lightly passEre the sleeping Love shall wake;Nimble-footed, lean and takeBlossoms from a blind morass.Past the dragon coiled ...
NOW soon, ah, very soon, I knowThe trumpets of the north will blow,And the great winds will come to bringThe ...
for Maxine Kumin Where did these enormous children come from, More ladylike than we have ever been? Some of ours ...
His countenance changed imbued with God's love his clothes dazzling becoming shining white Are we aglow is our face lit ...
In the reminiscent moment Moses taking Joshua climbing the mountain Christ and the disciples under the cloud of God God ...
Another hurdle, a step on the path to ministry, to her calling They met in the sanctuary, somber, orderly But ...
Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
I saw the Death, and she was seating By quiet entrance at my own home, I saw the doors were ...
In the footsteps of the walking air Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe And hillsides lift green wings ...
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...
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