Creation Light (James Madison Bell Poems)
Deep in the unrecorded past, There was an age of darkness vast,And boundless as the realms of space. An age that held, ...
Deep in the unrecorded past, There was an age of darkness vast,And boundless as the realms of space. An age that held, ...
The evening star is aloft in heaven, Palely it shines alone;And nought is awake in the eye of even, But the never-sleeping ...
Of pearies and their origin I sing:How at the first great Jove the lord of airImpelled the planets round the ...
THE sea is green, the sea is grey, The tide winds blow, and shallows chime;Where earth is rife with bloom of ...
COULD this early bliss but restConstant for one single hour!But e'en now the humid WestScatters many a vernal shower.Should the ...
I faint, I perish with my love! I growFrail as a cloud whose paleUnder the evening's ever-changing glow:I die ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
And should she die, her grave should beUpon the bare top of a sunny hill,Among the moorlands of her own ...
We were a baker's dozen in the house—six women and six menBesides myself; and all of us had knownThose benefits ...
What lark remembers when he sings, From where the clouds are dim and grey,His brothers of the former springs, Who ...
What we must do and may not do. This is the World's whole refrain, Till beating on the wearied brain, ...
COULD this early bliss but rest Constant for one single hour! But e'en now the humid West Scatters many a ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Changed? Yes, I will confess it - I have changed. I do not love you in the old fond way. ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, She left the Heaven of ...
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