One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;Shimmering ...
ITEMPESTWrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean,Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, ...
Above the skirts of yellow clouds,The god-like Sun, arrayedIn blinding splendour, swiftly rose,And looked athwart the glade;The sleepy dingo watched ...
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
I'm de only one left ob de Colony niggers; How things do meander away!When dey count my yeahs dey break down ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,--so lone Clouds are not lonelier,--the forest lay In emerald darkness 'round us. Many a stone And ...
I seem to see the old tree stand, Its sturdy, giant form A spectacle remembered, and A pilgrim-shrine for all the land Before it ...
She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain, She rode by fields of barley, By morning-glories filled with rain, And beechen branches gnarly. She ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so loneClouds are not lonelier, the forest layIn emerald darkness round us. Many a ...
(After the German of Goethe, _Faust_, II)When on the mountain tops ray-crowned ApolloTurns his swift arrows, dart on glittering dart,Let ...
Down on the Lumbee riverWhere the eddies ripple coolYour boat, I know, glides stealthilyAbout some shady pool.The summer's heats have ...
I know a valley— through its solitudeA brown road winds towards a mountain crest;There gnarly ti-trees dripping sweetness rest,And grasses ...
Upon a gnarly, knotty limbThat fought the current's crest,Where shocks of reeds peeped o'er the brim,Wild wasps had glued their ...
Summer's last moon has waned-- Waned As amber fires Of an ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
Ruins in Rome are four a penny, And here along the Appian Way I see the monuments of many Esteemed ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
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