Afterwards. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
NOW that our pathways sever here,And mine slopes down across the night,Whence I shall see you burning clearA beacon on ...
NOW that our pathways sever here,And mine slopes down across the night,Whence I shall see you burning clearA beacon on ...
The dull world clamors at my feet And asks my hand and helping sweet; And wonders when the time shall ...
O YOU who at lighter afflictions repine,Arrest your complainings and list ye to mine,And you who can sorrow for every ...
I remember the dear little cabinThat stood by the weather-brown mill,And the beautiful wavelets of sunshineThat flowed down the slope ...
With sounds of happiness the deer Browse on the celery of the meads. A nobler feast is furnished here, ...
Not the light of the long blue Summer,Nor the flowery huntress, Spring,Nor the chilly and moaning Winter,Doth peace to my ...
A clear October day with all the worldA blaze of gold where frost had touched the leaves,The goldenrod's tall scepters ...
When we shall meet, I strangely know The mad emotions that shall flow Across my heart all quivering, ...
'Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;When wide warm fields are glad with corn as ...
450Dreams - are well - but Waking's better,If One wake at morn -If One wake at Midnight - better -Dreaming ...
No longer of Him be it said "He hath no place to lay His head." In every land a constant ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better, If One wake at morn -- If One wake at Midnight -- ...
YES, thou art gone ! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ; But I may pass the ...
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
CHILD, when they say that others Have been or are like you, Babes fit to be your brothers, Sweet human ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief, Take my advice, and visit the ancient town ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
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