Intimations Of The Beautiful (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
My careful plans all storm-subdued, In disappointing solitude The weary hours began; And scarce I deemed when time had sped, Marked only by the ...
OF all Earth's varied, lovely moods,The loveliest is when she broodsAmong her dreaming solitudes On Indian Summer days;When on the hill ...
upon seeing a portrait of BlakeSomething moves in his dust,Flame sleeps beneath the crust;O whence had he those eyesLit with ...
1.He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black—A lover come from legends long ago—With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow,And ...
In what pearl-paven mossy caveBy what green seaArt thou reclining, virgin of the wave,In realms more full of splendid mysteryThan ...
I give thee, love, a carcanet,With all the rainbow splendor set,Of diamonds that drink the sun,Of emeralds that feed uponHis ...
The sad cypresses cast their shadowsAnd weep above the opalescent pool,The silence broken!Who stirs? A bird with flapping wings and startled ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Come for the prizesAll are allotted, Leaving the ranks ofCut flowers and potted, ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
By lagoons and reedy places,Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water coolsMany ...
Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest.Where lately over opalescent ...
By purple hills and opalescent seaAnd sunlit leagues of plain they lived, and theyWere summery-hearted all, and life was gay,And ...
From rim to shimmering rim the sea Is burnished like chalcedony. The waves that set their lips to land Scarce ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish Which circle slowly with a silken ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
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