Discovery (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
What is it now that I shall seekWhere woods dip downward, in the hills?—A mossy nook, a ferny creek,And May ...
What is it now that I shall seekWhere woods dip downward, in the hills?—A mossy nook, a ferny creek,And May ...
When goldenly the willows green, And, mirrored in the sunset pool,Hang wavering, wild-rose clouds between: When robins call in twilights cool: What is ...
Mary, when the wild-roseBlossomed on the vine,Hearts were light, eyes were bright,But none so bright as thine.Lightly the month of ...
Roses red and whiteOn the wild-rose tree;Once 'twas heaven in your sweet lightHere to breathe and be.Larks were loud, skies ...
The ordered curly and plain cabbagesAre all set out like school-children in rows;In six short weeks shall these no longer ...
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to ...
With nice observance of the rulesAnd precepts of the pastoral schools,A shepherdess, as fair as pure, ,Beneath a hedgerow sat ...
IN the deep heart of furthest fairyland Where foot of man has never trodden yet The enchanted portals ...
Give me the sunlight and the seaAnd who shall take my heaven from me?Light of the Sun, Life of the ...
Her hair was dark and curly, floatin' to the saddle bow,Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was ...
"ONCE more, once more, my Mary dear, I sit by that lone stream, Where first within thy timid ear I ...
Sea-scents, wild-rose scents, Bay and barberry too, Drench the wind, the Maine wind, That gulls are dipping ...
On long, serene midsummer daysOf ripening fruit and yellow grain,How sweetly, by dim woodland ways,In tangled hedge or leafy lane,Fair ...
"The bright sea washed beneath her feet, As it had done of yore, The well-remembered odor sweet Came ...
DEEP Honeysuckle! in the silent eve When wild-rose cups are closed, and when each bird Is sleeping by its mate, ...
So again we triumph!Again we do not come!Our speeches silent,Our words, dumb.Our eyes that have not metAgain, are lost;And only ...
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But ...
My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name, My ...
O HOLY SPIRIT of the Hazel, hearken now: Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, And though ...
As Love will carve dear names upon a tree, Symbol of gravure on his heart to be, So thought I ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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