Yosemite: From “The Washington Sequoia” (Milicent Washburn Shinn Poems)
Soul of a tree ungrown, new life out of God's life proceeding,Folded close in the seed, waking-O wonder of wonders-Waking ...
Soul of a tree ungrown, new life out of God's life proceeding,Folded close in the seed, waking-O wonder of wonders-Waking ...
From sunward rocks the icicle's faint drop,By lonely river side, is heard, at times,To break the silence deep; for now ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
On Cape Misenum shone a palace fair Among the laurels by the summer sea; Long colonnades, and wondrous artistry, And ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
To die for what we love! Oh! there is powerIn the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;It is ...
What is it now? More trouble?Another Jew? I might have known it.These Jews, they buzz around the tail of troubleLike ...
On a hill-top brown it stands:One side, open tablelands Stretch to meet the sky:On the other, winding dales,Prospects fair ...
Eternal autumn gilds the trees whereonan ardent twilight lengthens endlessly.In a warm strong wind the leaves whirl on and onwhile ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...
Rome is but nature's twin, which has reflected Rome. We see its civic might, the signs of its decorum In ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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