The Vainglorious (Guy Wetmore Carryl Poems)
A bulrush stood on a river's rim, And an oak that grew near by Looked down with cold hauteur on him, And addressed ...
A bulrush stood on a river's rim, And an oak that grew near by Looked down with cold hauteur on him, And addressed ...
Nurse your "unconquerable soul,"But diligently bear in mindThat Life is not a wayward stroll,For Circumstance asserts control,And fiercely prods you ...
Oh, thou Eternal and Omnipotent! How shall thy erring children come to Thee.And ask for peace? Although the head be bent, Even ...
Slow glides the Nile: amid the margin flags,Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left, —Left by a mother's ...
The wild and wavy eventnow chintz at the windowwas revolution…Adamsto Miss Abigail Smith:You have faultsYou hang your head downlike a ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,The dreams of ...
Let me lie upon the heather Where the heath fowl have abode,In my hand the open Bible, On my lip ...
EARL WILLIAM left his castle hall,When the sun shone, burning bright, at noon,He rode, rode on, thro' many a townTo ...
O SUMMER! hither bend thy cheerful way,Our clime shall gladly hail thy sway;O! come in all thy flowery pride,With rural ...
LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm Is on me, and I will not break the spell; My ...
Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro' the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, ...
OH ! build me a hut, where that blue-streaming river Winds placidly through the green valleys of CRAY ;Where high ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
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