Not Yet (Katharine Lee Bates Poems)
NOT yet hath Nature, lovely colorist,Bestirred her from creative dream to flingSoft flame upon the woods, -nay, not to dipOne ...
NOT yet hath Nature, lovely colorist,Bestirred her from creative dream to flingSoft flame upon the woods, -nay, not to dipOne ...
By this low rock pool, dark and sweet,Where panting Summer cools her feet,No creature stirs, except the leavesThat sometimes glide ...
LADY, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn,Come thou with me to Love's enchanted bowerHigh overhead the trellised roses burn;Beneath thy ...
To fiery sun, blue firmament,To golden bloom, and emerald frond,Oh! what a piteous instrumentAm I, who only half respond ! ...
Men have come to me;By a grass frond sleeveShould I be beckoned,As a wantonWould I not be known?(Ise)
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
The sea winds blow from western isles,From isles where fancy dwells and peace.Where summer sunshine softly smilesAnd perfumes of the ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell,From the aery in the towerEagles fell;So with regal wings Hurled, and ...
O, the trees grow straight and the trees grow tall, And the trees grow all around;And the long limbs sprout ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-To far away far away, far away from home.He had ...
Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When ...
a living frond folded, bend, broken after the parade of celebration marking the stand and end of the Holy Week ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal ...
"HALT! Who goes there?" The sentry's call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
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