The Pirates (DuBose Heyward Poems)
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
IO crownless soul of Ishmael!Uplifting and unfolding the white tent of dreams against the sunless base of eternity!Looking up through ...
STRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixedIntently, as we gaze on vacancy,When the mind's wings overspreadThe spirit-world of dreams.True, ...
John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau- 'Twas Toussaint, just a year ago; Crimson and copper was the glow Of all ...
FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet. Pity makes pride, and hate ...
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS)"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
TWAS on a Sabbath morning that we wandered in the wood, Where near three thousand years ago the ancient Veii ...
They said that we should meet no more,They said she never should be mine They swore to see me dead, ...
With a resplendent Eastern bride,Like a houri at my side, And music round us swelling,'Mid odours of so rare ...
Where is the promise of my years;Once written on my brow?Ere errors, agonies and fearsBrought with them all that speaks ...
If instead of windows so amply Frozen to precious stones we had A few statues against azure skies,Or a columned ...
I SAW the passions and desires of Man Blent in a thousand-coloured arc of light, A double rainbow; but so ...
There is in Egypt by the ancient NileA temple of imperishable stone,Stupendous, columned, hieroglyphed, and knownTo all the world as ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
As milled silver I was welcome In every gutter, tinkling over cobbles I rang the truth loudly on solid-oak counters ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
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