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 ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall recordWho had in this castle his dwelling,Where now ye are feasting ...
The bulging cloud mounts lazily In shade where sunlight glances through, And sweeping lightly from the tree Melts indolently in the blue. The scanty ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night, To gaze her fill on Autumn's sunset skies, When at a ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As ...
TO DEMETER. I.Goddess of bounty! at whose spring-time call, When on the dewey earth thy first tones fall, And echo ...
THE Room is getting cold, one gas-light burns And the fire is now a monotonous red glow ; The old ...
No sounds are heard from Yarrow Vale, But summer sounds to-day;The Yarrow whispers forth his tale, And sweeps and glides ...
Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish mounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
HERE is the chamber consecrate, Wherein this maiden delicate, And enigmatically sedate, Fans herself while the moments creep, Upon her ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of ...
My shadow -- I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark and the birds twittering on the ...
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...
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