Accolon Of Gaul: Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
I"I BELT the morn with ribboned mist; With baldricked blue I gird the noon,And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed, White-buckled with the hunter's-moon."These ...
SHAKERAGS, cripples, gaunt and dazed,Prison-broken hosts on hosts,Torture-scarred and dungeon-crazed,Down the convict road they pour,More and more and myriads more,Terrible ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
TWO craggy slopes, sheer down on either hand, Fall to a cleft, dark and confused with pines. Out of their ...
Arthur is gone . . . Tristram in CareolSleeps, with a broken sword - and Yseult sleepsBeside him, where the ...
A shrouded woman sits through the dark night Upon ...
WHERE the singers of Saturn find tongue, Where the Galaxy's lovers embrace, Our world and its beauty are sung! They ...
The weedy fallows winter-worn, Where cattle shiver under sodden hay. The plough-lands long and lorn-- ...
Sweet Love,-but oh! most dread Desire of LoveLife-thwarted. Linked in gyves I saw them stand,Love shackled with Vain-longing, hand to ...
TIME steals from Love all but Love's wings; And how should aught but evil things, Or any good but death, ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
The word goes round Repins, the murmur goes round Lorenzinis, at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers, the ...
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