Frost Magic (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
INow, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky,The frost has come to charm with elfin mightThis quiet room; to draw ...
INow, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky,The frost has come to charm with elfin mightThis quiet room; to draw ...
"A QUATRAINHARK at the lips of this pink whorl of shell And you shall hear the ocean's surge and ...
Who would hear the fairy hornCalling all the hounds of FinnMust be in a lark's nest bornWhen the moon is ...
Clear River twists nine times aboutClear River; but so deepThat none can see the green sand.You hear the birds about ...
I know moonrise, I know starrise, Lay dis body down. I walk in de moonlight, I walk in de starlight, ...
COME up, thou red thing.Come up, and be called a moon.The mosquitoes are biting to-nightLike memories.Memories, northern memories,Bitter-stinging white world ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling, Where my dark lover lies. Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
At dusk I saw a craintive mouse That sneaked and stole around the house; At first I took it for ...
Thief of the moon, thou robber of old delight, Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon- Cold, cold ...
YOUR eyes and the valley are memories. Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl. It was here a moonrise ...
Some men, some men Cannot pass a Book shop. (Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.) Some ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
I A wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky Fleeced with a dappled cloud ...
I smiled with skeptic mocking where they told me you were dead, You of the airy laughter and lightly twinkling ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
He coveted her portrait. He toiled as she grew gay. She loved to see him labor In that devoted way. ...
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