Ballad Of A Child (John Gneisenau Neihardt Poems)
Yearly thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
Yearly thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
_Piped to the Spirit of John Keats._ I. Would that my lips might pour out in thy praise A fitting melody--an air sublime,-- A ...
I've sung of Spring, her buds and flowers, Of Summer suns and Summer roses;Of golden Autumn's dreamy skies, The wealth her bounteous ...
I've seen again the One child: verily,I felt the last wound open in my breast,The last, whose perfect torture doth ...
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to theeAs thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? Or may ...
Serene in his unconquerable mightEndued the Almighty King, his steadfast throneEncompassed unapproachably with powerAnd darkness and deep solitude an aweStood ...
Three times the glorious god of light, and life, Along the sapphire pavement of the sky Careering,--through the immense of ...
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
TO APOLLON. Bright-haired Apollon! Thou that ever art A blessing to the world! whose generous heart Aye overflows with love ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
That march of the funereal Past behold;How Glory sat on Bondage for its throne;How men, like dazzled insects, through the ...
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
Well, what tidings today? said the bee To the burgeoning rose."You are young, yet already you see Much of life, ...
Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood. O ...
Becalmed upon the equatorial seas, A ship of gold lay on a sea of fire; Each sail and ...
MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
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