The Friendly Spies (Abner Cosens Poems)
A Tale of Camp Borden Where soldiers build their camp fires, At night there gather 'round ...
A Tale of Camp Borden Where soldiers build their camp fires, At night there gather 'round ...
"Drift over the sunrise land, Oh, wonderful, wonderful snow!Oh! pure as the breast of a virgin saint, Drift tenderly, ...
On the far horizon thereHeaps of cloudy darkness rest;Though the wind is in the airThere is stupor east and west.For ...
Oh! my soul's lord! to my enamour'd eye A fairer person lives not;--turn not thenIn soft confusion from me--nor ...
When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky, Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny height, And that ...
The homeless winds that wander o'er the land; The deep-voiced thunder speaking words of fire; The waves that break in ...
1The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land;The river behind -- blue and cool. You told me, "Well, ...
Oh, turn those eyes away from me! Though sweet, yet fearful are their rays; And though they beam ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Where are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow? Where the wild humours they portrayed ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
A meadow aglow In the quiet dusk Sitting on the porch Drawn to the field Mason jar in hand Lid ...
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, ...
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