The Bride Of War (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
I pulled my boat with even sweepAcross light shoals and eddies deep,Tracking the currents of the lakeFrom lettuce raft to ...
. Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood—the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, ...
When the rose of Morn through the Dawn was breaking, And white on the hearth was last night's flame,Thither to ...
When the light falls on winter eveningsAnd the river makes no sound in its passingBehind the house, is silent but ...
I sat in heaven like the sun Above a storm when winter was: I took the snowflakes one by oneAnd ...
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
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