A Tale of Tuscany (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
ICool, inaccessible airIs floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,But no breath stirs the heatLeaning its ponderous bulk upon ...
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
WHAT song is best for the soldiers?Take no heed of the words, nor choose yon the style of the story;Let ...
There was snow that afternoon covering the roadwhich twisted toward the secretof water, the mysterious surgeof sludge & loam, the ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother,and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphsas if to make sure you have not ...
Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore.The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brineMay freeze, and still, and bind ...
Undulant rustlings,Of oncoming silk,Rhythmic, incessant,Like the motion of leaves…Fragments of colorIn glowing surprises…Pink inuendoesHooded in grayLike buds in a cobwebPearled ...
Sunsets arelike the last hemorrhageof a consumptive,that floods the sky'sWestern rim,and embraces sorrow'sdecline,at the scarlet-red ribbon.The palm treeswith the oncoming ...
WHO may the victors be, not yet we know;Our care, all sights set true, the shell in place,The flame outleaping, ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
IDry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, dead leaves;voices of leaves on the wind that bears them to destruction,impassioned prayer, impassioned ...
The typical tidal range, or difference in sea level between high and low tides, in the open ocean is about ...
"I SAW the constellated matin choir Then when they sang together in the dawn,- The morning stars of this first ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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