The Feast Of The Virgins – The Giant’s Dance (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
A sound as if from bells of silver,Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.A brightness which outshines ...
I. In mail of black my limbs I girt, Angelica! And when the bugles clanged the charge, The rolling battle's bristling marge Beheld me a ...
Uncircumscribed, unmeasured, vast, Eternal as the Sea;What lacks the tidal sea thou hast— Profound stability.Beneath the sun that burns and brands In hushed ...
With thy rugged, ice-girt shore,Draped in everlasting snow,Thou'rt enthroned a queen.Crown of moss and lichen grey,Frosted o'er with ocean spray,All ...
Crispy air and azure skies,High above, a white cloud flies,Bright as newly fallen snow.Oh the joy to those who know ...
WHEREFORE is it, as I passThrough the fragrant meadow-grass,That the daisies, nestling shyly in sweet places,Lifting crispy, curly headsFrom their ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
Our Bobby is a little boy, of six years old, or so; And every kind of rubbish in his pocket ...
At Killybegs above the crags The gray gulls pipe with voices thinned, And all the green trees are like ...
Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out upon natures floor. The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Of all the meals that glad my day My morning one's the best; Purveyed me on a silver tray, Immaculately ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
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