The Vale Of Shadows (Clinton Scollard Poems)
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
IF ever I in Rome should dwell-- Rome, the desired of all my heart-- Amidst that world loved long and ...
Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro' the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, ...
Clink! Clink! Clink! The song of the hammer and drill!At the sound of the whistle so shrill and clear,He must ...
Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,nursed a hard grievance. It harrowed himto hear the din of the ...
An amphitheatre of purple hillsAnd emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam,Flooded with golden light that crowns and fills ...
Ho! Ye who mourn the serried ranks that mouldOn fens of Flanders, hills of Picardy,Who rail at king or kaiser, ...
At night there came unto MacCarthy More A hooded vision with a voice that said, "Go thou straightway and raise ...
Dank fens of cedar, hemlock-branches gray With tress and trail of mosses wringing-wet; Beds of the black pitch-pine in dead ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
Our Lord Who did the Ox command To kneel to Judah's King, He binds His frost upon the land To ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers To touch the covered corpse of him that fled The uplands for the ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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