The Blackfeet (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)
I.Where the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like world of sward,And encamped along the prairies Tower the white peaks heavenward;Where they ...
I.Where the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like world of sward,And encamped along the prairies Tower the white peaks heavenward;Where they ...
I. The quickening East climbs to yon star, That, cradled, rocks herself in morn; The liquid silver broad'ning far Dawn drencheth cliff, holt, down ...
An average man was Private Flynn, Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;Troublesome when the drink was in, A quiet lad when it ...
Oh ! heard ye not the sighing gale,That fans the twilight grove!And heard ye not the plaintive wail,That tells of ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics. When day declining sheds a milder gleam, What time ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium.Virg., Georg.When day declining sheds a milder gleam,What time the may-fly ...
The flowers you reared repose in sleepWith folded bells where the night-dews weep,And the passing wind, like a spirit, grievesIn ...
O not with arms reversed, And the slow beating of the muffled drum, And funeral marches, bring our hero homeThese stormy woods ...
NEVER a leaf is shornBut the vine surely misses;From ministering night-dews torn,From the sun's kisses.Dozing the warm light in,In cool ...
TENDER and pale the young moon shone, -The time of dreams stole o'er the earth,Stilling the greenwood's sounds of mirth,Hushing ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strungOn wands; the chestnut's yellow ...
I CAST this sorrow from me like a crownOf bitter nettles, and unwholesome weeds,Nursed by cold night-dews, from malignant seeds,Ill ...
I.SUNBEAMS can fling no purer brightness o'er the seaAnd rain-showers bring no surer blessing to the lea,And lilies wing with ...
. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In ...
We severed in Autumn early,Ere the earth was torn by the plough;The wheat and the oats and the barleyAre ripe ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the ...
WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The ...
We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories