The Call Of The Blood (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Over the water the shadows are creeping,Lost are the lights on Bellagio's shore,Goddess and Faun in the garden are sleeping,Only ...
Over the water the shadows are creeping,Lost are the lights on Bellagio's shore,Goddess and Faun in the garden are sleeping,Only ...
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."As the ...
O Sun! The world's essence and motivator you areThe organizer of the book of the world you areThe splendor of ...
The scent of the earth is moist and goodIn the dewy shadeOf the tall, dark poplars whose slender topsAgainst the ...
Nodding, nodding 'pon thy stem,Thou bloom o' morn; nodding, noddingTo the bees, asearch o' honey's sweet.Wilt thou to droop, and ...
Over the garden the moon's tide tumbles;Shrubs are shaken by gusts and tremblings;Pathways ribbon with sudden dissemblingsTowards the threshold where ...
Little bare feet, sunburned and brown,Patterin', patterin' up and down,Dancin' over the kitchen floor,Light as the foam-flakes on the shore,--Right ...
The afternoon of summer foldsIts warm arms round the marigolds,And with its gleaming fingers, petsThe watered pinks and violetsThat from ...
YEARS are the seedlings which we careless sow In Time's bare garden. Dead they seem to be--Dead years! We sigh and ...
IF there be graveyards in the heart From which no roses spring,A place of wrecks and old gray tombs From which no ...
"How far is it to Babylon? -Threescore miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, and back again." ...
Today, I see, your glance is especially sadAnd your arms, embracing your knees, especially thin.Listen: far, far away on the ...
The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Womanand the HoneysuckleHe was a blue-eyed giant,He loved a miniature woman.The woman's dream was of ...
I've tramped South England up and downDown Dorset way, down Devon way,Through every little ancient townDown Dorset way, down Devon ...
Children of the future age,Reading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove, sweet love, was thought a crime.In the ...
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.Cowley.EVERY bud possessingThat the garden yields,Yet in search of blessingFound in distant fields,Wild inconstant bee,What so false ...
I saw a name carved on a tree -"Julia";A simpler name there could not be-Julia:But seeing it I seemed to ...
LOW, weed-climbed cliffs, o'er which at noonThe sea-mists swoon:Wind-twisted pines, through which the crowGoes winging slow:Dim fields, the sower never ...
I entered my parlor one bright summer morn,My vases with flowers, sweet flowers to adorn.In arranging the curtains, there fell ...
Open the gates for me,Open the gates of the peaceful castle, rosy in the West,In the sweet dim Isle of ...
The touches of her hands are like the fall Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down The peach just brushes 'gainst ...
How sombre is the gloom! I see no beam of star,Gleam o'er the garden's bloom, Or silent wood afar;So dark the thoughts ...
TO-DAY, dear heart, but just to-day, The sunshine over all,The roses crimsoning the air Along the garden wall!Then let the dream and ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream?Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried,Almost for ...
Again the minstrel's rebeck toucheth the heart profoundly;For it discovereth new and fresh strains of melodious harmony.Leave the monk in ...
Out there beside the garden wallI glimpse belated asters blowing;Yet I don't mourn the summer's goingOr weep the ruin of ...
All things bright and beautiful,All creatures great and small,All things wise and wonderful,The Lord God made them all.Each little flower ...
THROUGH field and wood to stray,And pipe my tuneful lay,—'Tis thus my days are pass'd;And all keep tune with me,And ...
Now that the April of your youth adornsThe garden of your face;Now that for you each knowing lover mourns,And all ...
In the spring-time, out of the dew, From my garden, sweet friend, I gather, A garland of verses, or ratherA poem of ...
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