A Poet Of Provence (Jewell Miller Poems)
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the ...
LADY Flora gave cards for a party at tea,To flowers, buds, and blossoms of every degree;So from town and from ...
The twilight o'er Italia's sky Had spread a shadowy veil, And one by one the solemn stars Looked forth, serene and pale; As quietly ...
Above the skirts of yellow clouds,The god-like Sun, arrayedIn blinding splendour, swiftly rose,And looked athwart the glade;The sleepy dingo watched ...
Is there, in all the skies, a starThat envies not the Queen of Heaven,As nightly, on her silver car,Through their ...
Lovely , laughing May is here May o' the South with blue eyes clear.Winsome smile, and balmy breath.Round her brows a ...
Amongst the thunder-splintered cavesOn Ocean's long and windy shore,I catch the voice of dying wavesBelow the ridges old and hoar;The ...
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,Like a lonely lover sobbingFor the beauty that is robbing him of all his life's ...
Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji:Against a yellow sky volcanic goldA saucer narrows nature very strangely,In shallow ...
NO flattery here with poison'd sweets I send,But Nature softly sueing for her friend;For while with flowers I dress'd each ...
When I loveI feel that I am the king of timeI possess the earth and everything on itand ride into ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
A month ago the world grew grey fer me; A month ago the light went out fer Rose.To 'er they ...
A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.ANNABEL ...
We'll think on thee, when Spring's fresh galeBreathes softly o'er the violets' bed -We'll think on thee, when Autumn paleWaves ...
SENT TO THE HON. MRS. O'NEILL, WITHPAINTED FLOWERS. The poet's fancy takes from Flora's realmHer buds and leaves to dress ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Here is this vale of sweet abiding, My ultimate and dulcet home, That gently dreams above the chiding of restless ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
Her little hot room looked over the bay Through a stiff palisade of glinting palms, And there she would lie ...
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