Song (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Unto the portal of the House of Song,Symbols of wrong and emblems of unrest,And mottoes of despair and envious jest,And ...
Unto the portal of the House of Song,Symbols of wrong and emblems of unrest,And mottoes of despair and envious jest,And ...
Frank carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats;He eats more than six, and drinks more than he eats.Four ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the ...
A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent — A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a ...
THEN sank they to sleep. With sorrow one boughthis rest of the evening, — as ofttime had happenedwhen Grendel guarded ...
A moment's grace, Pygmalion! Let me beA breath's space longer on this hither handOf fate too sweet, too sad, too ...
We know him well: no need of praise Or bonfire from the windy hillTo light to softer paths and ways ...
"In Westertown a statue rules the square,The settler as the sculptor visioned him.Nor slender, nor yet massive; sinewy,Bearded, erect, broad ...
LIFE, like a marble block, is given to all,A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,Whence one with ardent chisel ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top And carves out the round stemmed lid, The hole of which ...
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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