Life’s Curtain Unrolled (Mary Alice Walton Poems)
Glad boyish voices with merriment ring,Two children with nought, as gayly they singOf burdensome care, their hearts as the birdTo ...
Glad boyish voices with merriment ring,Two children with nought, as gayly they singOf burdensome care, their hearts as the birdTo ...
While _any_ day was notable and dearThat gave the children Noey, history hereRecords his advent emphasized indeedWith sharp italics, as ...
Out of the Latin Quarter I came to the lofty doorWhere the two marble Sphinxes guard The Pavilion de Flore.Two Cockneys stood ...
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
Girl of fifteen,I see you each morning from my windowAs you pass on your way to school.I do more than ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
CHARLES: So, brother, I am out and yu are in. Farewell, farewell, to all my splendor bright! Yet, ...
My glad feet shod with the glittering steel I was the god of the wingèd heel. The hills in the far white sky were lost; The world lay still in the wide white frost; And the woods hung hushed in their long white dream By the ghostly, glimmering, ice-blue stream. Here was a pathway, smooth like glass, Where I and the wandering wind might pass To the far-off palaces, drifted deep, Where Winter's retinue rests in sleep. I followed the lure, I fled like a bird, Till the startled hollows awoke and heard A spinning whisper, a sibilant twang, As the stroke of the steel on the tense ice rang; And the wandering wind was left behind As faster, faster I followed my mind; Till the blood sang high in my eager brain, And the joy of my flight was almost pain. The I stayed the rush of my eager speed And silently went as a drifting seed, — Slowly, furtively, till my eyes Grew big with the awe of a dim surmise, And the hair of my neck began to creep At hearing the wilderness talk in sleep. Shapes in the fir-gloom drifted near. In the deep of my heart I heard my fear. And I turned and fled, like a soul pursued, From the white, inviolate solitude.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring;Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing.Hear my drear, discordant note Sobbing, sobbing ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves ...
Not at the beginning not with Adam in Eden with Jesus in his anguish in the night of Gethsemane Our ...
I wonder how they prepared those who John would chastise those whom he would chide calling them vipers in the ...
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
Paneled walls, formal distances, raised dais bifurcated space, Hatfields and McCoys, bride and groom Peculiar pews, wide oak masculine pews, ...
Crushed Breached Bent Rent Your car Smell of fluids Spilt, spent Cold breath Hung in the air As I searched ...
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
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