The Parting (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossedTheir spider-shadows round her; and the breeze,Beneath the ashen moon, was full of ...
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossedTheir spider-shadows round her; and the breeze,Beneath the ashen moon, was full of ...
THERE is no truth in faces, save in children:They laugh and frown and weep from nature's keys;But we who meet ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
THREE months had passed since she had knelt before The grate of the confessional, and he, --The priest--had ...
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.IN the childhood of April, while purple woods ...
RUINS! Alas we have been wont to say,With half regretful tone, that in the graceAnd glory of our country's youthful ...
June No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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