Missive To ____ (Emma Alice Browne Poems)
Purple shafts of sunset fireGlory-crown the passionate sea,Throbbing with a fierce desireFor the blue immensity.Floods of pale and scarlet flameSweep ...
Purple shafts of sunset fireGlory-crown the passionate sea,Throbbing with a fierce desireFor the blue immensity.Floods of pale and scarlet flameSweep ...
On yonder hills soft twilight dwells And Hesper burns where sunset dies, Moist and chill the woodland smells From the ...
WAVES which discourse, in a melodious whisper, Mutual knowledge with the marshall'd clouds,-- Murmur of June, which riseth up with ...
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou ...
TO dwell all day upon the mountain height,And ride all night upon the rifted cloud;To watch the earliest arrow in ...
Though I am faithful to my loves lived through, And place them among Memory's great stars, Where burns a face ...
Hesper, thou golden light of happy love, Hesper, thou holy pride of purple eve, Moon among stars, but ...
Love within the lover's breast Burns like Hesper in the west, O'er the ashes of the sun, Till the day ...
Her soul from earth to Heaven lies,Like the ladder of the vision,Whereon goTo and fro,In ascension and demission,Star-flecked feet of ...
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes ...
On my darling's bosom Has dropped a living rosy bud, Fair as brilliant Hesper Against the brimming flood. She handles ...
I - STARLIGHT With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines, Close-latticed to the brooding heat, And ...
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou watchest all things ever dim And ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
It is the season of the sweet wild rose, My Lady's emblem in the heart of me! So golden-crownèd shines ...
O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear ...
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