A Song of Recognition (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
WHEN at early morn I feelHealthful air around me steal:Mark upon the curtains whiteThe slow gradation of the light,And the ...
WHEN at early morn I feelHealthful air around me steal:Mark upon the curtains whiteThe slow gradation of the light,And the ...
We condemn, as selfish slackers, Those not willing to enlist To oppose the Prussian Kultur ...
There stood a low and ivied roof,As gazing rustics tell,In times of chivalry and song'Yclept the holy well.Above the ivies' ...
What do poets want with gold,Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;Are not crusts and garments oldBetter for their souls than these?Gold ...
Its glittering emptiness it brings — This little lane of useless things. Here peering envy arm in arm With ennui ...
How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done.With broad blight side beneath the broad bright sun,Like sea-nymph tired, on ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
(For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent ...
"Below the Mill Dam" --Traffics and Discoveries Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, Are changing 'neath our hand. Our fathers also ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell I love her well. Yes, though she tramples on my heart And rends that ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
A pussy-cat who was the household pet for seventeen years. Naught but a little cat, you say; Yet we remember ...
I As the blind Milton's memory of light, The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone, Wroght joys for them surpassing all ...
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