Past Spasmodics (Alexander Anderson Poems)
A life I thought had pass'd away, With all its old, spasmodic thinking,When I read Schiller's "Robber" play, Came back ...
A life I thought had pass'd away, With all its old, spasmodic thinking,When I read Schiller's "Robber" play, Came back ...
Oh many a duel the world has seenThat was bittter with hate, that was red with gore,But I sing of ...
They say that all nature is smiling and gay, And the birds the most happy of all,But the sparrow, pursued ...
Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattleOf labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans,Above the ...
His old age fell on years of abundant harvest. There were no earthquakes, droughts or floods. It seemed as if ...
CHANNING! my Mentor whilst my thought was young, And I the votary of fair liberty,- How hung I then upon ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
These words, "arctic ice" in the search string on my computer track the telling, epiphany above the circle the telling ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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