The Silver Box (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
Old tales of valour fire our bloodBut this, the bravest deed I knowIs written of our modern times,No myth of ...
Old tales of valour fire our bloodBut this, the bravest deed I knowIs written of our modern times,No myth of ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
Rise, mighty nation, in thy strength,And deal thy dreadful vengeance round;Let thy great spirit, roused at length,Strike hordes of despots ...
OF old it went forth to Euchenor, pronounced of his sire—Reluctant, impelled by the god's unescapable fire—To choose for his ...
As the child knows not if his mother's faceBe fair; nor of his elders yet can deemWhat each most is; ...
I cannot tell thee when my heart began To love thee, Dearest; for I cannot say That any record of ...
There was an old person of PaxoWhich complained when the fleas bit his back so,But they gave him a chairAnd ...
Until thy feet have trod the Road Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the Load Break ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Heart has many Doors -- I can but knock -- For any sweet "Come in" Impelled to hark -- ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledge To roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land, The priesthood's secret ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
Crowned, girdled, garbed and shod with light and fire, Son first-born of the morning, sovereign star! Soul nearest ours of ...
Vicisti, Galilæe I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; Goddess and maiden and ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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