One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
The sky was one unbroken pall of gray,Casting a gloom upon the restless sea,Dulling her sapphire splendour to a darkAnd ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
Argument:Little Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey.There came a black spider,Which sat down beside her,And frightened Miss ...
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of oldDwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing CapeStretches its shrunk arm out to all ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
(_At Monte Carlo_) We met upon the street; Quick passion sprung into the eye of each; No dilettante ...
Glimpses of fire fleetingly in the sky turning to smoke right before my eyes Stopping to wonder to watch the ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands ...
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left ...
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