The Sea-Gull (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The Legend Of The Pictured Rocks Of Lake Superior. OjibwayIn the measure of HiawathaOn the shore of Gitchee Gumee--Deep, mysterious, ...
The Legend Of The Pictured Rocks Of Lake Superior. OjibwayIn the measure of HiawathaOn the shore of Gitchee Gumee--Deep, mysterious, ...
All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying 'All's Well!'I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if ...
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by ...
IOld Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoeAnd squinted long at Eben, his lank son.The silence shrilled with crickets. Day was ...
A BALLADI'What fairings will ye that I bring?' Said the King to his daughters three;'For I to Vanity Fair am bound,Now ...
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair Of tenderest brown, but so inwardly goldenI half used to fancy the sunshine ...
THE morn is softly beautiful and still,Its light fair clouds in pencilled gold and grayPause motionless above the pine-grown hill,Where ...
DEAR mother, take me to thy breast!I have no other place of restIn all this weary world of men:Ah! fold ...
The wilderness a secret keepsUpon whose guess I go:Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard;And yet I know, I ...
Oh, I can hear you, God, above the cry Of the tossing trees-Rolling your windy tides across the sky, And splashing your ...
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
The waves have a story to tell me, As I lie on the lonely beach; Chanting aloft in the pine-tops, ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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