The Conflict For Civil Rights (Henry McNeal Turner Poems)
I.A Golden House on golden columns raised,In redly tinted skies bespangled blazed;With opening doors diffused a gladsome light,And glorious gleams ...
I.A Golden House on golden columns raised,In redly tinted skies bespangled blazed;With opening doors diffused a gladsome light,And glorious gleams ...
This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:From this, engender all the lures of love,From this, O first hath into human ...
Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps:She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,Smiles ...
Vain folly of another age,This wandering over earth,To find the peace by some dark sinBanish'd our household hearth.On Lebanon the ...
With padded feet from out his own dark denComes smiling Lust, once fair and hard to please,But now long overworked with ...
His splendid heart is set within a frameOf manly massiveness, and giant limbs.And strong to move, he helps the maimed ...
OUR Father and Almighty Lord,By angels and by saints adored,With starry brightness circled round,Gleam beyond gleam, which hath no bound,--Though ...
Wherever a green blade looks up,A leaf lisps mystery,Whereso a blossom holds its cupA mist rings land or sea,Wherever voice ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak,The jay's rude matins now prevail,The smouldering fire of bastard oakNow blazes, freshened by ...
When Summer comesTo silence the retreating drums Of stubborn Winter, when content Shall salve my chill predicament.And I shall loll ...
Who will say the world is dying?Who will say our prime is past?Sparks from Heaven, within us lying,Flash, and will ...
If He dissolve-then-there is nothing-more-Eclipse-at Midnight-It was dark-before-Sunset-at Easter-Blindness-on the Dawn-Faint Star of Bethlehem-Gone down!Would but some God-inform Him-Or it ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
certain creatures it seems are never seen straight on - they occupy the corner of the eye once sensed (a ...
If He dissolve -- then -- there is nothing -- more -- Eclipse -- at Midnight -- It was dark ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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