Flood-Tide (Elizabeth Roberts MacDonald Poems)
WHEN the sea sobs by lonely shores, Bleak shores, with shattered boulders strown,When the dark wind my soul implores ...
WHEN the sea sobs by lonely shores, Bleak shores, with shattered boulders strown,When the dark wind my soul implores ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
(For Alden March) With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside ...
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
How I love the working-class girls of Leeds, Their mile-wide smiles, eyes bright as beads, Their young breasts bobbing as ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
GO, little book - the ancient phrase And still the daintiest - go your ways, My Otto, over sea and ...
You too, my mother, read my rhymes For love of unforgotten times, And you may chance to hear once more ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
When we were together, heart of my heart, on that unforgotten quest, With your tender arm about me thrown and ...
I KNOW a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From ...
In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;-- Here, the ...
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