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 sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
How strange that here is nothing as it was!The sward is young and new,The sod there shapes a different mass,The ...
HOW does the water come down at Lodore?Here it comes sparkling,And there it lies darkling;Here smoking and frothing,Its tumult and ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shellwhere in theior racing start his seat got wedgedunder his knifing knees,he did it ...
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
A crystallization of color spreads from the upper regions of the dark sky towards the trembling nipples of the waves. ...
YES, she is blind! You well might doubt her doom,Seeing her softly move across the room:And from the organ, in ...
Looking upward, memories looking down, below my feet outward, beyond my vision a seam in the cold December sky cut, ...
Living, moving, dangling earrings, hanging from the earlobes, amber, subtle, delicate, so are the oak blooms on the old tree ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
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