Manhattan: An Ode (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
THE wave is breaking on the shore,The echo fading from the chime;Again the shadow moveth o'erThe dial-plate of time!O seer-seen ...
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, NicholasTomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories?Whence these legends and traditions,With the odors of the forestWith the dew and damp ...
"To the winds give our banner!Bear homeward again!"Cried the Lord of Acadia,Cried Charles of Estienne;From the prow of his shallopHe ...
'. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.'Thirsty and ...
AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE.Among their graven shapes to whomThy civic wreaths belong,O city of his love, make roomFor ...
I ponder how He died, despairing once.I've heard the cry subside in vacant skies,In clearings where no other was. Despair,Which, ...
1864Listless he eyes the palisades And sentries in the glare;'Tis barren as a pelican-beach But his world is ended there.Nothing to do; ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine, A thousand tapers pour their blended rays In one rich tide of radiance. Like a ...
SO you have come at last!And we nestle, each in each,As leans the pliant sea in the clean-curved limbs of ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
ALL day long in fog and wind, The waves have flung their beating crests Against the palisades of adamant. My ...
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