Phantoms Of The Cool Sands (Patience Worth Poems)
When the sands grow cool, and the lazy tideSwings heavy 'gainst the shore,Leaning its waves in languorous easeTo the curve ...
When the sands grow cool, and the lazy tideSwings heavy 'gainst the shore,Leaning its waves in languorous easeTo the curve ...
I WILL be glad to - day: the sunSmiles all adown the land;The lilies lean along the way;Serene on either ...
When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,Short is the doubtful empire of ...
Hello Winter, hello flanneledblanket of clouds, cloudsfueled by more clouds, hello again.Hello afternoons,off to the west, that silverof sunset, rust-coloredand ...
Love brings the blush into the fair wild rose,And paints the white upon the heron's plume;And flings into wild dream ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Ask not the Cause why all the tuneful Swains, Who us'd to fill the Vales with tender Strains, In deep ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
Ben Hafed, when the vernal rainWarmed the chill heart of earth again,Tilled the dull plot of sterile ground,Within the dank ...
Wish ye, sons of Alma Mater, Long lost laurels to replace? Listen to a stout old Pater, Once ...
hillsdemonssand blasted shouldersbladed with shaledemonshillscactus thrustup through ribs of rockhillsdemonskneequartzlimestone loinsdemonshillscactus fangin sky meathillsdemonsvertebratedwith rock cut stepsdemonshillssun stroked thighs of ...
The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers, (Winter has given them gold for silver To stain ...
Cool Morning spit on bladed grass. A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes. The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair. ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his ...
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