Accolon Of Gaul: Part IV (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
I oft have net thee, Autumn, wandering Beside a misty stream, thy locks flung wild; Thy cheeks a hectic flush more fair ...
I oft have met her slowly wanderingBeside a leafy stream, her locks blown wild,Her cheeks a hectic flush, more fair ...
Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom, I listened--dead within a mighty room Of ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
So wan, so unavailing, Across the vacant day-blue dimly trailing! Last night, sphered in thy ...
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