The Painter Of Florence (Ernest Jones Poems)
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
MARIATTA--WAINAMOINEN'S DEPARTURE.Mariatta, child of beauty,Grew to maidenhood in Northland,In the cabin of her father,In the chambers of her mother,Golden ringlets, ...
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born, And, in mine infant ears,A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;—Yes! ...
"Bill Dwiggins had been Billy thirty years,A boyish name which piqued his clever wife,As if her man were ticketed light-weightOut ...
"THIS realm is sacred to the silent past; Within its drowsy shades are treasures rare Of dust and dreams; ...
ITHE LOST MAGIC WHITE in her snowy stone, and cold, With azure veins and shining arms, Pygmalion doth his bride ...
Of double depth they made her grave, And covered it with massive stone,And there, where silvery birches wave, They left ...
Through the open French window the warm sunLights up the polished breakfast-table, laidRound a bowl of crimson roses, for one ...
It is not that my heart grievesFor these burnt-out Autumn leaves,But for the green,Taken before their time,Touched by the young ...
In the lee of the schoolyard the bushes shrouded still in the shadows of early dawn lavender purple lilacs, the ...
Not in this World to see his face -- Sounds long -- until I read the place Where this -- ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
How many times, like lotus lilies risen Upon the surface of a river, there Have risen floating on my blood ...
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