America Remembers (Paul Engle Poems)
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng;In the shade of thy palms, by ...
The scattering sage stands thin and tenseAs though afraid of the barbed-wire fence;A windmill purrs in the lazy breezeAnd a ...
"Write me a rhyme of the present time". And the poet took his penAnd wrote such lines as the miser minds Hide ...
"TO-DAY, since Zeppelins are in the air,And folks glance skywards as they go their ways,Let us hark back a bit ...
Preludes.I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble found, ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
THOU glorious mocker of the world! I hear ...
Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,All the world over, from pole to pole --All of them brothers of mine and ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,And here are the letters he wrote to me.And the ring of ...
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms ...
Love, show thine eyes, thy stature infinite; Thou child of ...
I, trusting that the truly sweet Would still be sweetly found the true, ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and ...
Child of a line accurst And old as Troy, Bringer of best and worst In wild alloy- Light, like a ...
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