At Midnight (Frank Dempster Sherman Poems)
"See, yonder, the belfry tower That gleams in the moon's pale light; Or is it a ghostly flower ...
"See, yonder, the belfry tower That gleams in the moon's pale light; Or is it a ghostly flower ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
You can't put in the ground swell of the organ from the Christiansted, St.Croix, Anglican Church behind the paratrooper's voice: ...
Still on the tower stood the vane, A black yew gloomed the stagnant air, I peered athwart the chancel pane ...
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is ...
Miraculous silver-work in stone Against the blue miraculous skies, The belfry towers and turrets rise Out of the arches that ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave ...
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