Autumn Day (Anne Barbara Ridler Poems)
The raging colour of this cold FridayEats up our patience like a fire,Consumes our willingness to endure,Here the crumpled maple, ...
The raging colour of this cold FridayEats up our patience like a fire,Consumes our willingness to endure,Here the crumpled maple, ...
I heard it once, smoothed-outby gallons of coffee,chest husking like a plowand pulled it into a basement.Cardigan-wrapped the next morningand ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had died Between ...
As still, with Hope's delusion gay,AMANTOR traced his devious way,A stately Palace rose to view;The walls were gold ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
Evening veil'd in dewy shades, Slowly sinks upon the main;See th' empurpled glory fades, Beneath her sober, chasten'd reign.Around her ...
WHEN Spring luxuriant scatters new delights,The mountain's verdant slope our steps invites,To crown whose lofty brow o'er-bending treesWave their thick ...
THE sun in mists his glory shrouds,The fields delight no more;November's brow is dark with clouds,The year's gay youth is ...
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
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