Moly (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
When by the wall the tiger-flower swingsA head of sultry slumber and aroma;And by the path, whereon the blown rose ...
When by the wall the tiger-flower swingsA head of sultry slumber and aroma;And by the path, whereon the blown rose ...
We met by the Wood of Doom,Day gone and the dusk come after . . .And I thought you were ...
He paused where the river meets the wood,And watched on its limpid planeThe light of reflected sunset;White clouds amidst the ...
Sing me a song with the ring of truth in it,Sing me a song with the freshness of youth in ...
ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before,In flaming letters written, was impress dGOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be it confess'd,Is ...
I don't separate the blossoms from the snowflakes -They are both white.Spring ended long ago,Summer flourished.Then autumn took awayThe blossoms ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
Oh ... there was love in her heart--no doubt of it-- Under the anger. But ...
I'd like to steal a day and beAll alone with little me,Little me that used to runEverywhere in search of ...
She hailed from a very distant country,Nocturnal child of ancient times;She had no kin to greet her entryNot even skies ...
An auto is a helpful thing;I love the way the motor hums,I love each cushion and each spring,The way it ...
When I was born, a crooked angel,the kind who live in shadows,said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.The houses spy ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having waveredIn these affections; never through shyness ...
ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before, In flaming letters written, was impress d GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be ...
All of us on a journey coming into our faith the words becoming real written deeper on our hearts Slowly, ...
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I ...
We sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked ...
You are my dream Of the East You are my life In the West Fused in one You begin my ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day ...
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