A Ballad of Hell (John Davidson Poem)
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love, Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as ...
To the music of Beethoven's ninth symphony Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; ...
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him -- Obliged to be ...
The Bobolink is gone -- The Rowdy of the Meadow -- And no one swaggers now but me -- The ...
I'm saying every day "If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" -- I'd do this way -- And so I ...
I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- But You have enough -- of those -- ...
Far from Love the Heavenly Father Leads the Chosen Child, Oftener through Realm of Briar Than the Meadow mild. Oftener ...
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit ...
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise With different Delight -- Because -- when next it burns abroad They doubt to ...
Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary ...
Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- Chase it, and it ceases -- Chase it not, and it ...
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old ...
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education -- The Lily passes sure -- Feels her white foot -- no trepidation ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
When the black herds of the rain were grazing, In the gap of the pure cold wind And the watery ...
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