Deep In The Forest (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. SPRING ON THE HILLSAh, shall I follow, on the hills,The Spring, as wild wings follow?Where wild-plum trees make wan ...
I. SPRING ON THE HILLSAh, shall I follow, on the hills,The Spring, as wild wings follow?Where wild-plum trees make wan ...
I.Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crestOf that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of ...
The hours of night unheeded fly, And in the grate the embers fade; Vast shadows one by one pass by In silent daemon ...
While you, my Lord, great Drury's weal sustain, Light ev'ry walk, and open all the lane, With strength of arm ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
I will not perturbateThy Paradisal stateWith praiseOf thy dead days;To the new-heavened say, -"Spirit, thou wert fine clay:"This do,Thy praise ...
CANTO I. Hush'd be the envious tongues that dare Bright --- to profane Thy hallow'd shades, where science fair Has ...
(1907)1 am homesick after mine own kind,Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,But I am homesick ...
The cows stood in a thunder-cloud of fliesAs, lagging through the field with trailing feet,I kicked up scores of skipper ...
I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed When we built the house, it is ready ...
The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life. The week is dealt out like a hand That children pick up ...
There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, in underpants of blotting paper, and, like balloons, the Antiworlds hang up above him in ...
Author Note: In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of ...
Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood? For ever ...
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
She left me at the silent time When the moon had ceas'd to climb The azure path of Heaven's steep, ...
Yes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise, Where threat'ning clouds in sable grandeur lour; Where the blast yells, the ...
Oh! I could toil for thee o'er burning plains; Could smile at poverty's disastrous blow; With thee, could wander 'midst ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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