Youth (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IMorn's mystic rose is reddening on the hills,Dawn's irised nautilus makes glad the sea;There is a lyre of flame that ...
IMorn's mystic rose is reddening on the hills,Dawn's irised nautilus makes glad the sea;There is a lyre of flame that ...
'Come, pretty birds, present your lays,And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices beEmploy'd to serve her ...
Shall I, wasting in despaire,Dye because a woman's faire?Or make pale my cheeks with care'Cause another's rosie are?Be shee fairer ...
Shall I, wasting in despair,Die because a woman's fair?Or my cheeks make pale with care'Cause another's rosy are?Be she fairer ...
In all the years which have been,The spring hath green'd the bough —The gladsome hopeful spring-time! —Keep heart! It comes ...
Were I thy bride,Then the whole world besideWere not too wideTo hold my wealth of love -Were I thy bride!Upon ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is ...
IF you must sit and sigh,And have the blues,Why don't you tryTo realizeThat there are sighs and sighs,And blues and ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
When Greeks and Trojans fell at strife,And lords in armour bright were seen,When many a gallant lost his lifeUlysses, general ...
A.Alas! You were great and glorious like a palace, And I, from the white tops of your roofs, With the ...
In Animal House (by which title I callA dwelling whose true name is not that at all)There are dogs on ...
Farewell to old England for ever,Farewell to my rum culls as well,Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey.Where I used for ...
We haven't the appearance, goodness knows,Of plain commercial men; From a hasty glance, you might suppose We are fractious now ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Who is it that, this dark night, Underneath my window plaineth? It is one who from thy sight Being, ah, ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
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