To Modjeska As Rosalind (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
When from the poet's brain fair Arden's gladesWere peopled with the lightsome folk we know,A shade of discontent was seen ...
When from the poet's brain fair Arden's gladesWere peopled with the lightsome folk we know,A shade of discontent was seen ...
Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!His voice is heard, but ...
IN spreading mantle to my chin concealed,I trod the rocky path, so steep and grey,Then to the wintry plain I ...
STILL for the world he lives, and lives in bliss,For God and for himself. Ten years and threeHave now elapsed ...
There is no god but gold, my son,Each man but wins his price.The man who fails is the man to ...
Poet! if on a lasting fame be bentThy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roamToo far from thine own happy heart ...
FROM the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,To the singing tides of heaven, and the light ...
THE SAME CONCLUDEDFar 'yond this narrow parapet of Time,With eyes uplift, the poet's soul should lookInto the Endless Promise, nor ...
They drank the bitter, salt wine of the sea,They breathed up drowning bubbles from belowWhile we sat in the storm's ...
These are the letters which Endymion wroteTo one he loved in secret and apart,And now the brawlers of the auction-martBargain ...
To Gabriel FabreOne looks at the brilliant fires of Port Said,As the Jews looked at the Promised Land;Because one cannot ...
Many there be, in these our factious days,Whose hate would unrelentingly lay lowCrown, coronet, and mitre, at a blow,Scarce sparing ...
THEY who create rob death of half its stings;They, from the dim inane and vague opaqueOf nothingness, build with their ...
Whose thoughtfulness provides the soilWherein a poet's restless toilMay raise, through drought and frost and showers,His kittle and refractory flowers:For ...
Thabor of England! since my light is shortAnd faint, O rather by the sun anewOf timeless passion set my dial ...
In this room I'm finally at home.Never again shall I write a verse that tearsmy life apart in order to ...
If there should be a moon above the hillTo-night, dip down with me into the seaOf our first passion, and, ...
O GOLDEN tongued Romance, with serene lute!Fair plumed Syren, Queen of far-away!Leave melodizing on this wintry day,Shut up thine olden ...
A sky intensely blue, a low, white wallAgainst it heaps of up-blown yellow sand,A sleeping figure, holding in her handSome ...
LIKE rays once shed By a spent starThe words of a dead Poet are,That through bleak space Unchecked fly on,Though hand, heart, face, To ...
Lie Philo untouch'd, on my peaceable shelf,Nor take it amiss that so little I heed thee;I've no envy to thee, ...
IN woods remote, hid in the mountain hollows,Doves there are that have a gentler beauty,Doves that are marked as by ...
I am a poet, a unanimouscry, ama cleat of dreamsa fruitof innumerable conflicting graftsripened in the hothouseBut the same earth ...
The flash at midnight! - 'twas a lightThat gave the blind a moment's sightThen sank in tenfold gloom;Loud, deep, and ...
The world is taking little heed And plods from day to day:The vulgar flourish like a weed, The learned pass away.We miss ...
LO! there he lies, our Patriarch Poet, dead!The solemn angel of eternal peaceHas waved a wand of mystery o'er his ...
(To the Poets' Ladies)SHALL I give you the Bourbon-sugarsOf sherry and yellow skyAnd a girl in a country curricleMerrily bowling ...
The little fires that Nature lights — The scilla's lamp, the daffodil —She quenches, when of stormy nights Her anger whips the ...
When as our English Poets, those happier menThat can drop wonders from their fluent pen:Have with their miracles of PoetryFeasted ...
In the street Vuk Karadzicwith the cornertwo men curve steel stems.It is a little the work of the poet.Iron like ...
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