The Sea-Gull (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The Legend Of The Pictured Rocks Of Lake Superior. OjibwayIn the measure of HiawathaOn the shore of Gitchee Gumee--Deep, mysterious, ...
The Legend Of The Pictured Rocks Of Lake Superior. OjibwayIn the measure of HiawathaOn the shore of Gitchee Gumee--Deep, mysterious, ...
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
Mrs. McNair Was tall and fair; Mrs. McNair was slim;She had flashing black eyes and raven hair;But a very remarkably modest air;And ...
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
Waziya_ came down from the North-- from the land of perpetual winter.From his frost-covered beard issued forth the sharp-biting, shrill-whistling North-wind;At the ...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by ...
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
On the Spirit-Island sitting under midnight's misty moon,Lo I see the spirits flitting o'er the waters one by one!Slumber wraps the ...
Lo the lights in the _"Teepee-Wakan!"_ 'tis the night of the _Wakan Wacepee_.Round and round walks the chief of the clan, as ...
Once Satan and a monk went on a "drunk,"And Satan struck a bargain with the monk,Whereby the Devil's crew was ...
Down into the darkness at last, Daniel,--down into the darkness at last;Laid in ...
Down the broad _Ha-Ha Wak-pa_ the band took their way to the Games at _Keoza_While the swift-footed hunters by land ran the ...
The day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
The long winter wanes. On the wings of the spring come the geese and the mallards;On the bare oak the red-robin ...
Fair morning sat upon the mountain-top,Night skulking crept into the mountain-chasm.The silent ships slept in the silent bay;One broad blue ...
I sit once more on breezy shore, at sunset in this glorious June,I hear the dip of gleaming oar, I ...
Silence is the voice of mighty things.In silence dropped the acorn in the rain;In silence slept till sun-touched. Wondrous lifePeeped ...
Do they think of us, say--in the far distant West--On the Prairies of ...
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