Lines Written On The Mountains West Of The Rio Del Norte (Albert Pike Poems)
The sun's last light is in the sky,His last warm breath is on my brow, Dark shadows to the mountains ...
The sun's last light is in the sky,His last warm breath is on my brow, Dark shadows to the mountains ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
This is my welcome; this is how I have decided to bid All Hail! to thee and to the other ...
ITHE LOST MAGIC WHITE in her snowy stone, and cold, With azure veins and shining arms, Pygmalion doth his bride ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
(Romans 5:14. Who is the Figure of Him that was to Come)Like to the marigold, I blushing closeMy golden blossoms ...
WET almond-trees, in the rain,Like iron sticking grimly out of earth;Black almond trunks, in the rain,Like iron implements twisted, hideous, ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln.I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship,But standing for the rights of property ...
A poet in whose heart upsprung the life And soul of passion, nursing with its fires All influences of all ...
Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart, Which owes but little to the probing brain-- A broad foundation, ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
The flats, tidal, far from shore, reeds, grasses, rushes morphing from green golden tan, brown the week before autumn officially ...
Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on earth we find? Is ...
A Visitor in Marl -- Who influences Flowers -- Till they are orderly as Busts -- And Elegant -- as ...
Grace, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone; Come and bow beneath her sway; Cast your idol works ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship, But standing for the rights ...
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