The Feast Of The Virgins – The Giant’s Dance (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
1. THE GARDEN Poco sostenuto in A majorThe laying tide of inarticulate air. Vivace in A majorThe iris people dance. 2. THE POOL Allegretto ...
THROUGH heat and cold, and shower and sun,Still onward cheerly driving!There's life alone in duty done,And rest alone in striving.But ...
Come into the garden, Maud,For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud,I am here at the gate ...
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
From billabong or pondhe serenades the moonupon his small bassoon;the moon does not respondbut in the hope she mighthe keeps ...
Oh sweet, with thy rosebud red at my heartI could die, and smile at the pain,For my darling, my darling ...
"What so rare as a day in June?"O poet, hast thou never knownA night in rose-voluptuous June?High over all a ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, ...
One day I went to a SaengerfestOn the banks of the dear old Rhine. I wore a badge upon my ...
The alabaster legs of the lonely womanhang from the window like white ensignsout of the laughing window like false teethsheets, ...
O gentlest love, I have not playedFor you upon the lute of jade;Nor on that fabulous bassoonWrought from the horns ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
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