From A Saxon Legend. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
Within a vale in distant Saxony, In time uncertain, though 'twas long ago.There dwelt a woman, most unhappily, From borrowed ...
Within a vale in distant Saxony, In time uncertain, though 'twas long ago.There dwelt a woman, most unhappily, From borrowed ...
After the funeral, mule praises, brays,Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tapTap happily of one peg in the thickGrave's foot, blinds ...
The sea still plunges where as naked boysWe dared the currents and the racing tidesThat stamped red weals of fury ...
Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bushIn a forgotten place near the fenceWhere the thickets from Siever's ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
He gave away his Life -- To Us -- Gigantic Sum -- A trifle -- in his own esteem -- ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
Was it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
Christmas was in the air and all was well With him, but for a few confusing flaws In divers of ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast ...
In the taxi alone, home from the airport, I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept creeping over ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets ...
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