An Old Tale Re-Told (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
SPRING, COAST RANGEThe glow of my campfire is dark red and flameless,The circle of white ash widens around it.I get ...
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
I.STARS. The fields of space gleam bright, as if some ancient giant, old As the moon and her extinguished mountains, Had dipped his ...
I tumble and toss on my pillow, As a ship without rudder or sparsIs tumbled and tossed on the billow, 'Neath the ...
This was her home; one mossy gable thrustAbove the cedars and the locust trees:This was her home, whose beauty now ...
Her mouth is like a dewy roseThat blows, but will not open quite;Like flame turned down, her long hair glowsIn ...
How I love you, dressing gown!Oh, how I love you, dressing gown!Attire of idleness and sloth,Of untold pleasures, good old ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
A wild-bear chace, didst never see? Then hast thou lived in vain.Thy richest bump of glorious glee, Lies ...
Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,High in the church-tower, lone and unseen,In a ...
NEVERMORE Shall the shepherds of Arcady follow Pan's moods as he lolls by the shore Of the mere, or lies ...
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,Of a fine Australian squatter who had a ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Who is this fish, still wearing its wealth, flat on my drainboard, dead asleep, its suit of mail proof only ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
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