Late October (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
Poems about cream-white (8 Poems)
A White Rose (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
The red rose whispers of passion,And the white rose breathes of love;Oh, the red rose is a falcon,And the white ...
The Dance To Death. Act II (Emma Lazarus Poems)
ACT II.--At Eisenach.SCENE I. A Room in the LANDGRAVE'S Palace. FREDERICK THE GRAVE and HENRY SCHNETZEN.LANDGRAVE.Who tells thee of my ...
The Song Of The Knight (Atom Yarjanian Poems)
The sun is up, the hour has come for starting, O my steed! A moment wait till I pass my ...
Princeton, May, 1917 (Alfred Noyes Poems)
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
The Herring Weir (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
Back to the green deeps of the outer bay The red and amber currents glide and cringe, Diminishing behind a luminous fringe Of cream-white surf and wandering wraiths of spray. Stealthily, in the old reluctant way, The red flats are uncovered, mile on mile, To glitter in the sun a golden while. Far down the flats, a phantom sharply grey, The herring weir emerges, quick with spoil. Slowly the tide forsakes it. Then draws near, Descending from the farm-house on the height, A cart, with gaping tubs. The oxen toil Sombrely o'er the level to the weir, And drag a long black trail across the light.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...