To Revery (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose, What marts of crystal, for the eyes ...
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose, What marts of crystal, for the eyes ...
I. Upon the Siren-haunted seas, between Fate's mythic shores, Within a world of moon and mist, where dusk and daylight wed, I see ...
O storied vale of MerrimacRejoice through all thy shade and shine,And from his century's sleep call backA brave and honored ...
Walk In Procession To Visit The Garden And Pleasure Grounds of Drumpeller HouseWhat went ye out to see? A Queen gone ...
The True and Esteemed Friend of the Working ManWhat mournful voices thrill upon my ears? What wailing tones of sorrow vex ...
White honeysuckle, "bond of love," Emblem born in Orient bowers,Whence mythic Deities have wooed, And told the soul's desire in flowers.As sweet ...
For Alexandra, born May 17, 1999Armored in red, her voice commandsevery corner. Bells gong on squares,in steeples, answering the prayers.Bright ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
In our Museum galleriesTo-day I lingered o'er the prizeDead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes,-Her Art for ever in fresh wiseFrom ...
I dreamed that same old dream again last night;You know I told you of it once, and more:The sun had ...
1871 In the drear November gloom And the long December night, There were omens of affright, And prophecies of doom;And ...
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
Sculptor of demons and of goddesses,I chisel also an eidolon of lovein ebony, adorning him with black rosesthat bear the ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
they say in the local sanctuary owls are the stupidest creatures all this wisdom business is the mythological media at ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
WHEN the jury files in to deliver a verdict after weeks of direct and cross examinations, hot clashes of lawyers ...
IN the newspaper office-who are the spooks? Who wears the mythic coat invisible? Who pussyfoots from desk to desk with ...
Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fields await The restless sickle of ...
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