The Old Water Mill (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady,Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady.Proud the stream with ...
Do you remember, father,-- It seems so long ago,-- The day we fished together Along the Pocono? At dusk I waited for you, Beside the ...
Upon the spring-clad fields and woods,The churchyard graves and tall church-tower,The warm, pure daylight softly broods,And fills with life the ...
The old mill-wheel, it turns, it turns Throughout the livelong day,And flings the current of the stream, Abroad in glist'ning spray:That old, ...
Sing a song of Spring-time,The world is going round,Blown by the south wind:Listen to its sound.'Gurgle' goes the mill-wheel,'Cluck' clucks ...
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie, bonnie bairns, Sae lang awa' frae me?Come in, come in, for I'm weary ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear,Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear.She was so ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
NEVER again! When first that sentence fell From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance ...
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
The waterfall is calling me With its merry gleesome flow, And the green boughs are beckoning me, ...
A granite rock on the mountain side Gazed on ...
I.The sky has turned its heart away,The earth its sorrow found;The daisies turn from childhood's play,And creep into the ground.The ...
Through rivers of veins on the nameless questThe tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping,Till it reaches that curious wheel ...
The world's a very happy place, Where every child should dance and sing,And always have a smiling face, And never ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing ...
Heigho! the lark and the owl! One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: Only the nightingale, poor fond ...
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