The Lure Of The East (Burt Franklin Jenness Poems)
This is the spell of the Orient &mdashThe lure of the far, far East,A lure that is soft and luxuriant ...
This is the spell of the Orient &mdashThe lure of the far, far East,A lure that is soft and luxuriant ...
The crimson color lays As bright as beauty's blush along the West; And a warm golden ...
And up the stream of days he seem'd to float,And twice seven years was toiling for his wife:And all his ...
In Vision are the centuries rolled back; The dead Past lives again. I breathe the air Of the young world; ...
The Turks, Ossetians, Lekis, Persians,Cherkez, Ghlighvis, Didos and KistsWere ever Georgia's enemies,Assaulting her with blood-smeared fists.But soon at home domestic ...
Wherever I wander, my spirit still dwells,In the silvery San Juan with its streamlet and dells;Whose mountainous summits, so rugged ...
She entered to the courtroom, and took the prisoners' stand;Her filmy gown was yellow as the primrose in her hand;Her ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
Doth negro claim existence nowWho meek to unjust laws would bowWithout a protest on his brow,And call himself a man?Doth ...
Wherefore his picture evermore was huedOver with colours, peradventure fine,But mixed not for a Heav'n-conceived design.A creed that like the ...
So we forget? The streets bloom gay With festive garments, many hued;And man and maid laugh down the way With ...
Thy mouth is like a crimson orchid-flowerWhence perfume and whence poison rise unseenTo moons aswim in iris or in green,Or ...
Sculptor of demons and of goddesses,I chisel also an eidolon of lovein ebony, adorning him with black rosesthat bear the ...
"PALE beryl sky, with clouds Hued like dove's wing, O'ershadowing ...
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
Live thy life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed, Soberer ...
I like divorce. I love to compose letters of resignation; now and then I send one in and leave in ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories