As I Came Down From Lebanon (Clinton Scollard Poems)
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
Golden dawn and shivering evening find our brig lying by oppositethis villa and its dependencies which form a promontory as ...
LET others prate of Greece and Rome, And towns where they may never be,The muse should wander nearer home. ...
To those who have few ties to bind the soulTo earth, it must be sweet to steal awayGently, from life ...
Thine eyes are opals through some veiling vapor seen:Mysterious changeful, are they blue or grey or green?Dream they of death ...
I saw a miracle to-day!Where the September sunshine layLanguidly as a lost desireUpon a sumach's fading fire,Where calm some pallid ...
I rose in that hushed hour before the dawnUnveils its wonder old yet ever-new,When still the night lies languidly uponThe ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.The stars whirl out, the ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,The stars wheel out, the ...
To Denis DevlinAgain the native hour lets down the locksUncombed and black, but gray the bobbing beard;Ten years ago His ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face as easily hurt by laughter or light ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
I had a dream, a dream of dread: I thought that horror held the house; A burglar bent above my ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Her man, A wild dark love song Borne deep within her gypsy soul He's gone to live in jagged mountains ...
UPON thy purple mat thy body bare Is fine and limber like a tender tree. The motion of thy supple ...
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