Under Arcturus (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I"I BELT the morn with ribboned mist; With baldricked blue I gird the noon,And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed, White-buckled with the hunter's-moon."These ...
I"I BELT the morn with ribboned mist; With baldricked blue I gird the noon,And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed, White-buckled with the hunter's-moon."These ...
Three things there be that prosper up apaceAnd flourish, whilst they grow asunder far,But on a day, they meet all ...
Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,Scented flowers round hives of bees,With the ...
Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains. ...
Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as ...
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