In the Sierra Nevada (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
I lift my spirit to your cloudy thrones, And feel it broaden to your vast expanse, Oh! mountains, so immeasurably old, Crowned with ...
I lift my spirit to your cloudy thrones, And feel it broaden to your vast expanse, Oh! mountains, so immeasurably old, Crowned with ...
I strove, like Israel, with my youth, And said, Till thou bestowUpon my life Love's joy and truth, I will not let ...
Now, by the cool, declining year condescend,Descend the copious exhalations, check'd,As up the middle sky unseen they stole,And roll the ...
LIFE is growth, and growth is change:Shall the new be counted strange,While the rich Past lends perfumeTo the Present in ...
The knightly legend of thy shield betraysThe moral of thy life; a forecast wise, And that large honor that deceit defies,Inspired ...
Here in the shade of the treeThe hours go bySilent and swift,Lightly as birds fly.Then the deep clouds broaden and ...
ACT II.--At Eisenach.SCENE I. A Room in the LANDGRAVE'S Palace. FREDERICK THE GRAVE and HENRY SCHNETZEN.LANDGRAVE.Who tells thee of my ...
England, amid thy great in this great time One man, white-haired, with misty, flashing eyesLooms from the rest, in his ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And ...
An Old Man's Confession SHE has a large still heart--this lady of mine, (Not mine, i'faith! nor would I that ...
When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking; Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark; The ...
There is peace in the swamp where the Copperhead sleeps,Where the waters are stagnant, the white vapor creeps,Where the musk ...
The knightly legend on thy shield betrays The moral of thy life; a forecast wise, ...
The rivers broaden to the seaIn power and wealth and pride,And stately ships from all the worldDo berth on every ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And genial warmth; and o'er the sky ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
"My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands them eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he ...
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