A Story Of The Caracas Valley (James Barron Hope Poems)
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
By chapel bare, with walls sea-beatThe lichened urns in wilds are lostAbout a carved memorial stoneThat shows, decayed and coral-mossed,A ...
ALMAGRO'S expedition to Chili—His troops suffer great hardships from cold, in crossing the Andes—They reach Chili—The Chilians make a brave ...
Far to the wilds of rich Peru,Gonzalo came--of pallid hue,Strange in these Western lands of night,Where nought, save woman's eyes, ...
ISo we had come at last, my soul and I, Into that land of shadowy plain and peak, On which the dawn ...
Go fight, you fools! Tear up the earth with strife And spill each others guts upon the field; Serve unto death the ...
Thou, spirit of the spangled night!I woo thee from the watchtower high,Where thou dost sit to guide the barkOf lonely ...
On the snow-line of the summit stood the Spaniard's English slave;And the frighted condor westward flew afar—-Where the torch of ...
YOU ruffled black blossom,You glossy dark wind.Your sort of gorgeousness,Dark and lustrousAnd skinny repulsiveAnd poppy-glossy,Is the gorgeousness that evokes my ...
'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence nowIs brooding like a gentle spirit o'erThe still and pulseless world. Hark! on the ...
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God. ~ Luke, xii, ...
After volcanoes husht with snows,Up where the wide-winged condor goes,Great Aconcagua, husht and high,Sends down the ancient peace of the ...
If thou, Columbia, dost from this, thy son-- The condor beak and python eyes--recoil, Bethink thee of the years that ...
In night-long days, in aeons where all Time's nights are one; where life and death sing paeans as of Greeks ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now-- The one who never looks up, whose eyes are ...
Romance, who loves to nod and sing With drowsy head and folded wing Among the green leaves as they shake ...
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in ...
Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak! Not yellow eyes in ...
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