The Brush Sparrow (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. Ere wild haws, looming in the glooms, Build bolted drifts of breezy blooms; And in the whistling hollow there The red-bud bends as ...
I. Ere wild haws, looming in the glooms, Build bolted drifts of breezy blooms; And in the whistling hollow there The red-bud bends as ...
Yes, it is hard the steep ascent to climbWhence Fame's proud structure beams upon the eye,And well I wot, that ...
I know who's scratching at the door.Clock, there's no use yawning.More than boards are loose in the floor-I wasn't born ...
When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,With a saint at his chin and a seal at his fob,Shall ...
Her back is an ecosystem,algaeic and wrappedbeneath a canopy's sun.Arms forever up and outabove her head-she isthis tall. No height,no ...
A s token of my skill, this gift I send,L et it but please, as coming from a friend,E ach ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
To the Right Honourable JOHN Earl of Radnor.Per varios casus per tot discrimina rerumTendimus ——— VirgilThis Essay was wrote soon ...
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.He kissed her and breathed life into her ...
EYEZION.DAWN had not streak'd the spacious veil of night, When EYEZION, the light poet of the spring, Hied from his ...
A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.When, by th' Almighty's dread commandElijah, call'd from Israel's land, ...
EXCERPT] ... O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
My folks think I'm a serving maid Each time I visit home; They do not dream I ply a trade ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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