Nature’s Child. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
I love to tread the solitudes,The forests and the trackless woods,Where nature, undisturbed by man,Pursues her voluntary plan.Where nature's chemistry ...
I love to tread the solitudes,The forests and the trackless woods,Where nature, undisturbed by man,Pursues her voluntary plan.Where nature's chemistry ...
With a turn of his magical rod,That extended and suddenly shone,From the round of his glory some godLooks forth and ...
How to describe Tai mountain?Its green towers above all of Chi and Lu!Here the Creator concentrated divine beauty;its north and ...
448This was a Poet-It is ThatDistills amazing senseFrom ordinary Meanings-And Attar so immenseFrom the familiar speciesThat perished by the Door-We ...
Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did Cover the ...
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work." And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace ...
For all this, what is the mountain god like? An unending green of lands north and south: From ethereal beauty ...
Clear Ancor, on whose silver-sanded shore My soul-shrin'd saint, my fair Idea lies, O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
This was a Poet -- It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings -- And Attar so immense From ...
Go thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh; and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it ...
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life, Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign, Distills ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
In the rapture of life and of living, I lift up my head and rejoice, And I thank the great ...
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its ...
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
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