The Reign Of Reason (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
The day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
Hear you r o music in the creaks Made by the sallow grasshopper, Who in the hot weeds sharply breaks The mellow dryness ...
The speckled sky is dim with snow,The light flakes falter and fall slow;Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,Silently drops a ...
The Rose both white and RedeIn one rose now dothe ...
IShe was a queen. 'Midst mutes and slaves,A mameluke, he loved her.——WavesDashed not more hopelessly the pavesOf her high marble ...
And the cloven waters like a chasm of mountainsStood, and received him in its mighty portalAnd led him through the ...
My bark is out upon the sea-- The moon's above;Her light a presence seems to me Like woman's love.My native land I've ...
There shall be a morningWhen I shall be removed,And men shall be on with their tasks.The same sun shall lick ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
The halt is over : Spring again resumes Its great procession out of icebound caves, O'er which held watch the ...
PUT no faith in aught you meet with, friends or lovers,new or old,Never trust the gamest racehorse that was everreared ...
The brooding hours, through the dull afternoon,Pause, while a torrid sun flames in the sky.(O heart of mine, dream of ...
Hoof-beats thundering on the paves,Wagons crashing by.(But O I dream of distant waves,God's tent of open sky!)Bells that clamor all ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin's haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious ...
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious ...
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
For quick mental hygiene, the snail's my white mobile clinic, Dr. Hoodoo inside. Seriously. The snail's my man. He's shy, ...
(With much help from Robert Good, William Shakespeare, John Milton, and little Catherine Schwartz) Shall I compare her to a ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
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