The Moated Manse (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its ...
I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its ...
I had rather write one word upon the rockOf ages than ten thousand in the sand.The rock of ages! lo ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
A settlement of loveIs what I'd risk if you would.A central fountain and a horse,A little native elegance,Some green-shuttered saffron ...
He came, a youth, singing in the dawn Of a new freedom, glowing o'er his lyre, Refining, as with great Apollo's fire, His ...
Give us, God, to Thee now turning,Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,Of will the full refining fire!Hear our prayer ...
Maud Muller worked at making hay,And cleared her forty cents a day.Her clothes were coarse, but her health was fine,And ...
Poor harlot, Mary Magdalene,Into the feast with trembling crept,Past frowns that stabbed her with their hateAnd falling at His feet ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
When an apple tree is ready for the world to come and eat, There isn't any structure ...
Give us, God, to Thee now turning,Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,Of will the full refining fire!Hear our prayer ...
On the margin of a lakelet, In a rugged mountain clime,Where precipice and pinnacle Of countenance sublime,Cast their weird, austere ...
Some things we do not know how it is,We only know it is so.That's how it was the dayJesus' disciples ...
Whoa! or so she said in that perfect five-year old way, "that's a lot of peanuts!" she marveled, in her ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
You never marveled, dullards of Spoon River, When Chase Henry voted against the saloons To revenge himself for being shut ...
I All night, through the eternity of night, Pain was my potion though I could not feel. Deep in my ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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