To The Planet Jupiter (Albert Pike Poems)
Thou art a radiant and imperial star,Planet! whose silver crest beams bright, afarUpon the edge of yonder eastern hill,That, nightlike, ...
Thou art a radiant and imperial star,Planet! whose silver crest beams bright, afarUpon the edge of yonder eastern hill,That, nightlike, ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.Have you sometimes, calm, silent, let your tread aspirant riseUp to the mountain's summit, in the presence ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
WHEN I am busying about,Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,Hanging the week's wet washing outOr ironing the children's things,Sweeping and ...
It's my lunch hour, so I gofor a walk among the hum-coloredcabs. First, down the sidewalkwhere laborers feed their dirtyglistening ...
ADAPTED TO A VERY ANCIENT SCOTTISH AIR,SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN HER OWN COMPOSITION. I Sigh, and lament me in vain,These ...
OR,THE MANIAC'S SONG. COME, ye wild winds, that round the welkin fly,Bear the sad Lelia on your wings of air,Then ...
The way I walk, an angel of God's throne, The dearest, brightest, oft with drooping wings, Bound on a mission ...
A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The ...
Black, black buckles like grates on the front of a pot-bellied stove Clumpy black buckle boots worn over shoes by ...
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When ...
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