Fragments From “The Brigand.” A Poem. Canto I (Albert Pike Poems)
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
Come down! from where the everlasting hills Open their rocky gates to let thee pass, Child of a ...
From far Alaska's snow-bound shore, Onward it moves like some dim phantom sweeping, And silently the yeasty waves o'erleaping;With glass ...
I see thee better-in the Dark-I do not need a Light-The Love of Thee-a Prism be-Excelling Violet-I see thee better ...
Miss Prism, having brewed her tea,Saw Charles, her fortune, in the cup;A girl, too wise for witchery,Saw Charles and drank ...
In the mirror of time the prism of justice the sun shining upon us cutting through the darkness oppression and ...
The world, life, a new perspective a new prism, looking, seeing through the eyes of the Spirit living, dwelling within ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
From art to law from beauty to pain a life with twists and turns bringing him home and bringing him ...
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent? Neither -- said the Moon -- That is best which ...
Pursuing you in your transitions, In other Motes -- Of other Myths Your requisition be. The Prism never held the ...
Like Time's insidious wrinkle On a beloved Face We clutch the Grace the tighter Though we resent the crease The ...
I see thee better -- in the Dark -- I do not need a Light -- The Love of Thee ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
We're through, we're through, we're through, we're through, we're through and - flanking, now, the edges of our schism - ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories