June (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. Hotly burns the amaryllis With its stars of red; Whitely rise the stately lilies From the lily bed; Withered shrinks the wax May-apple 'Neath its ...
I. Hotly burns the amaryllis With its stars of red; Whitely rise the stately lilies From the lily bed; Withered shrinks the wax May-apple 'Neath its ...
What else do they live for? They live but for this; And nothing but this ever troubles their thinking; Rich eating, rich ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
O Lady Aideen, will you wed with me, wed with me in the early morning? A silken gown for your ...
Eleven o'clock:Here are our cups of chocolate.Montez will fight the bulls to-day—All Madrid knows that:Queen Christina is going in state:Dolores ...
All day and every day, Upon a hawthorn spray, Early and late, A redbreast robin sings, And flirts his nut-brown ...
Pardon give to Monica, She is so very fair- Though soft eyes give promises Rosy lips forswear. From the shy ...
The war, though we dislike it quite a bit,Is sometimes laughable, you must admit.0 Lord, the lectures we have had ...
The following is based on true events: (Part One) 493 guests were watching people searching their Gmail flirting in chats, ...
When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
Water, moonlight, danger, dream. Bronze urn, angled on a tree root: one Slash of light, then gone. A red moon ...
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down ...
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