The Syren World (Mary Jane Jewsbury Poems)
The curtain's drawn look there and you shall spyThe faded god of your idolatry.Davenant.WORLD thou art old and grey!World thou ...
The curtain's drawn look there and you shall spyThe faded god of your idolatry.Davenant.WORLD thou art old and grey!World thou ...
And Zetland where, betimes, some ruthless wightScaling the scaur, in sport the nests despoilsOf auk or gull; they, crowding clamorous ...
I lie on my back at midnighthearing the marvelous strange chimeof the clocks, and know it's mid-night and in that ...
Ah me! How clearly they come back -Those golden days of long ago,When down the droughty Bogan trackTom came with ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind ...
"I - The GatheringFather and Mother Lawrence, the boy Joe, Lottie and Elsie, all were full of life, And fond ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
(_By Sir Giles, whom the Witch of Urm leads to Judas Iscariot_) Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter ...
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel, Fair-haired and heavy-jaw; For he feared not the gates of hell, Spiked 'round with heaven's ...
Still I've the picture of him -- Flash Phil Galloway; In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;Spanking ponies dashing ...
In the everlasting armsMid life's dangers and alarmsLet calm trust your spirit fill;Know He's God, and then be still.Trustingly I ...
They heard the South wind sighingA murmur of the rain;And they knew that Earth was longingTo see them all again.While ...
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract ...
poem supposed to be about one minute and the lives of three women in it writing it and up the ...
Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! ...
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
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