Ode (Albert Pike Poems)
(SUNG AT THE CELEBRATION OF THE I. O. O. F.)The night cometh swiftly, the thick clouds are drifting Around the ...
(SUNG AT THE CELEBRATION OF THE I. O. O. F.)The night cometh swiftly, the thick clouds are drifting Around the ...
O Hark! from the pine-crested hills of old Maine, Where ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
As Venus sat mop'd, no Mars to divert her,Her good Man asleep, whom she wished alerter;"I'll e'en take a Ride, ...
THEY haunt me, they tease me with hinted Withheld revelations, The songs that I may not utter; They lead me, ...
To Mrs. Anna C. BakerComposed in the top of a cherry tree when the wind was blowing agale.In fishing for ...
My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature,This alone our proud love should beget and command:There's noon in ...
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?" And he answered: You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows Have pulled the Immortal Rose; And though the Seven Lights ...
where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur ...
THE indications, and tally of time; Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs; Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in ...
At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At the coronation banquet so gay King Rudolf ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
GO, little book - the ancient phrase And still the daintiest - go your ways, My Otto, over sea and ...
FROM the cool and dark-lipped furrows Breathes a dim delight Through the woodland's purple plumage To the diamond night. Aureoles ...
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space, in which you see all Forms intensified. (In the Open, denied, ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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