Frost (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
White artist he, who, breezeless nights, From tingling stars jocosely whirls, A harlequin in spangled tights, His wand a pot of pounded pearls. The ...
White artist he, who, breezeless nights, From tingling stars jocosely whirls, A harlequin in spangled tights, His wand a pot of pounded pearls. The ...
I Sent my Muse unto the house of fame, Of her to enquire out some Honourd name Worthy of my Verse, and ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
Oh! say you so, bold sailorIn the sun-lit deeps of sky!Dost thou so soon the seed-time tellIn thy imperial cry,As ...
Let him that will ascend, the tottering SeatOf courtly Grandeur, and become as greatAs are his mounting Wishes: As for ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Last Wen'sday, when Jupiter rose to survey The annual return and procession of May, Concluding, the lady with Venus and ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
The night goes away, another night, and the wingof an immense airplance has placed itselfbetween the wide blue and the ...
Mr Mead, the printer -- so the townsfolk called him; But never in his presence since his reign began;Such a ...
Such, and so differing is the characterOf the plebeian and philosopher.Now the proficient, he that labours onTowards perfection, by these ...
Delirious Bulldogs; -- echoing callsMy daughter, -- green as summer grass; --The long supine Plebeian ass,The nasty crockery boring falls; ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights, Our waiting hours were passing slowly, And shining you came down ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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