The Sea-Gull (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The Legend Of The Pictured Rocks Of Lake Superior. OjibwayIn the measure of HiawathaOn the shore of Gitchee Gumee--Deep, mysterious, ...
The Legend Of The Pictured Rocks Of Lake Superior. OjibwayIn the measure of HiawathaOn the shore of Gitchee Gumee--Deep, mysterious, ...
I OFTEN, musing, wander back to days long since gone by,And far-off scenes and long-lost forms arise to fancy's eye.A ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
It is upon the Sabbath-day, at rising of the sun,That to Glenmore's black forest-side a Shepherdess hath gone,From eagle and ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
Without the slightest basis For hypochondriasis A widow had forebodings which a cloud around her flung, And with expression cynical For half the day a ...
I shall never forget the day, Annie, When I bid thee a fond adieu;With a careless good bye I left thee, For ...
I beseech Thee, Lord, for naught!But cry aloud unto the sunlightWho bathes the earth in gold,And boldly breaketh into cranniesYet ...
What will you give to a barefoot lass,Morning with breath like wine?Wade, bare feet! In my wide morassStarry marigolds shine.Alms, ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
'Twas in the sultry summer-time, as war's red records show, When patriot armies rose to meet a fratricidal foe;When from ...
Fit winding-sheet for thee Was the upheaving eternal sea,Fit dirge the tempest's slave-alarming roll ...
(From the French of Rimbaud). When the child's forehead, full of torments red, Cries out for sleep and ...
When I have fully satisfied mine eyes With the calm beauty of a summer's eve, Have watched the sun sink ...
There in that limited pasture,Their eyes bedimmed and blurred,They stand in that prison, all captives,The last of the Thundering Herd. ...
For thy dear safety, not for mine own ease, I am thus kindly cruel, unhappy girl! Securer far than thine, ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
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