The Wood-Spring To The Poet (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
Dawn-cool, dew-coolGleams the surface of my poolBird haunted, fern enchanted,Where but tempered spirits rule;Stars do not trace their mystic linesIn ...
Dawn-cool, dew-coolGleams the surface of my poolBird haunted, fern enchanted,Where but tempered spirits rule;Stars do not trace their mystic linesIn ...
LOFTY and strenuous of sentimentBut narrow and partial in its scope and bent,And thence the bigot of a local setOf ...
GROWTH AND OVERGROWTHI: GROWTH Oft have I mused what use the ancients madeOf solemn service and of stately form,On what ...
GOOD bye, Old Year! And with thee take Thanks for the gifts to every land Thou broughtest in thy bounteous ...
One star alone from the blue sky Looks down upon the simple stream,With such a quiet, loving eye, That I ...
Sinners, obey the gospel-word!Haste to the supper of my Lord!Be wise to know your gracious day;All things are ready, come ...
To I. S.HALF faint with toil from morn to set of sun, I watched the shadows creepUp with slow ...
THE sun is setting--not in colours gay, But pure as when he blazed with noonday heat; The upland path is ...
If echoes from the fitful past Could rise to mental view,Would all their fancied radiance lastOr would some odors ...
Here by the ample river's argent sweep,Bosomed in tilth and vintage to her walls,A tower-crowned Cybele in armoured sleepThe city ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
I THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
If you refuse me once, and think again, I will complain. You are deceiv'd, love is no work of art, ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings ...
"He gave her class. She gave him sex." -- Katharine Hepburn on Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers He gave her ...
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