Yosemite (George Sterling Poems)
IBeauty, whose face and mystery we seek,Forever longing and forever foiled,-Whose praise the voices of our art would speak,And in ...
IBeauty, whose face and mystery we seek,Forever longing and forever foiled,-Whose praise the voices of our art would speak,And in ...
Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be Alone with the consoler, Death;Far sadder eyes than thine will see This crumbling clay ...
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
BEARER of Freedom's holy light,Breaker of Slavery's chain and rod,The foe of all which pains the sight,Or wounds the generous ...
It was a little island where he dwelt,Or rather a lone rock, barren and bleak,Short scanty herbage spotting with dark ...
All day he drowses by the sailWith dreams of her, and all night longThe broken waters are at songOf how ...
I STOOD On Sarum's treeless plain,The waste that careless Nature owns;Lone tenants of her bleak domain,Loomed huge and gray the ...
HOLD! let the heartless perjurer go!Speak not! strike not! he is my foe,From me, me only, comes the blow--I will ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Beside that giant stream that foams and swellsBetwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,A gentle ...
Jeanne d'Arc avait eu la joie de voir ࠃhalons quelques amis de son enfance. Une joie plus ineffable encore l'attendait ...
FROM "EUGENE ONIEGIN " 28Yes, foes!-How many days, bethink you, Since hatred stepped the two between, And since in hours ...
I.Cain And Abel THOU, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise ...
'COME, before the summer passes Let us seek the mountain land:' So they called me, happy playmates, And ...
Not 'neath the altar only,-yet, in sooth, There more than elsewhere,-is the cry, "How long?"The right sown there hath still ...
Was that the landmark? What,-the foolish wellWhose wave, low down, I did not stoop to drink,But sat and flung the ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in ...
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