The Path Of Faery (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IWhen dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose,And a tawny tower the twilight shows,With the crescent moon, the silver moon, ...
IWhen dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose,And a tawny tower the twilight shows,With the crescent moon, the silver moon, ...
ISecluded, solitary on some underbough,Or cradled in a leaf, 'mid glimmering light,Like Puck thou crouchest: Haply watching howThe slow toadstool ...
IMOTHS AND FIREFLIESSince Fancy taught me in her school of spellsI know her tricks--These are not moths at all,Nor fireflies; ...
The Winter Wind, the wind of death,Who knocked upon my door,Now through the keyhole entereth,Invisible and hoar:He breathes around his ...
From "Wild Thorn and Lily"Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creekDroned under drifts of dogwood and of haw,The redbird, like ...
A fair town is Shrewsbury--The world overYou'll hardly find a fairer,In its fields of cloverAnd rest-harrow, ringedBy hills where curlews ...
The roc wings fanwise,Soaring ninety thousand liAnd rousing a raging cyclone.The blue sky on his back, he looks downTo survey ...
Fated for conquest, rode she from the door,Cast a last look at ripening harvest-field,Shimmering leaves, and all the fruitful yieldOf ...
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;And there he saw a lady bright,Come riding down ...
'Twas a good little lady fairy, Who saddled her wee white mouse, And rode away to the village, ...
Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,To point us out this way to glory—They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,And ...
The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the ...
THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the ...
THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And ...
The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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