A Resting-Place (Edward Rowland Sill Poems)
A SEA of shade; with hollow heights above, Where floats the redwood's airy roof away, Whose feathery lace the drowsy ...
A SEA of shade; with hollow heights above, Where floats the redwood's airy roof away, Whose feathery lace the drowsy ...
I wearied of the stormy hours, And shaped my song to murmuring words; I longed to hear the song of ...
FLEETER than time, across the Continent,Through unsunned ocean depths, from beach to beach,Around the rolling globe Thought's couriers reach.The new-tuned ...
They then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild beasts,Came, and they first left ocean to fare ...
O PALE and silent dawn, wilt speak to me?Above the voice and motion of the sea ...
My friend is lodging high in the Eastern Range,Dearly loving the beauty of valleys and hills.At green Spring he lies ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling ...
Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap ...
My friend is lodging high in the Eastern Range, Dearly loving the beauty of valleys and hills. At green Spring ...
A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On ...
From the German of Heine. In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, Upon a wintry height; It sleeps: around ...
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