The Old House (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Quaint and forgotten, by an unused road, An old house stands: around its doors the dense Blue iron-weeds grow high; The chipmunks make ...
Quaint and forgotten, by an unused road, An old house stands: around its doors the dense Blue iron-weeds grow high; The chipmunks make ...
I With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing, September led me along the land; Where the golden-rod and lobelia, ...
O, the red rose may be fair,And the lily statelier;But my shamrock, one in three,Takes the very heart of me!Many ...
Dark is the spot and damp. The great man's hall Keeps off the pleasant sun. The stones are green; And here and ...
Like two cathedral towers these stately pines Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones; The arch beneath them is not built with ...
What mean these banners spread,These paths with royal redSo gaily carpeted?Comes there a prince to-day?Such footing were too fineFor feet ...
An Incident in One Act.PERSONS. THE KING, THE QUEEN, EARL ATHULF, THE MINSTREL.Heralds, Pages, Men-at-Arms, Sentries. TIME: THE PAST.SCENE:Night in ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
Extracts from the Prologue I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst as the Desert is ...
Move upward, working out the brute, And let the ape and tiger die. —TennysonAy, in heaven's name, let us move ...
Not as the songs of other landsHer song shall be,Where dim her purple shore-line standsAbove the sea!As erst she stood, ...
The alarm clocks tick in a thousand furnished rooms,tick and are wound for a thousand separate dooms;all down both sides ...
Maiden, lovely, young and gay,In the bloom of life's young May!Sweet perfumes are in the air;Songs of gladness ev'rywhere!Flowers are ...
In the woods the lists are set, Carpeted with purple ling,Compassed round with mighty pines. And above the branches swing.Rides ...
How can it be that I forget The way he phrased my doom, When I recall the arabesques That carpeted ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
When I am dead I will not care How future generations fare, For I will be so unaware. Though fields ...
Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease To grateful hearts; for by especial hap, Deep nested in the hill's enormous lap, ...
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
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