The Dedication To “Shapes & Shadows” (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
_Ah, not for us the Heavens that hold_ GOD'S _message of Promethean fire! The Flame that fell on bards of old To hallow ...
_Ah, not for us the Heavens that hold_ GOD'S _message of Promethean fire! The Flame that fell on bards of old To hallow ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
Poet Oh, my soul! the draught is bitter Yet it must be sweetly drunken: Heart and ...
1 The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint Where they will lie, and, where the thick green was, ...
Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that ...
"COMMANDING pow'r! whose hand with plastic art Bids the rude stone to grace and being start; Swell to the waving ...
How like the sky she bends above her child, One with the great horizon of her pain! No sob ...
I SAW where in the shroud did lurkA curious frame of Nature's work;A floweret crush'd in the bud,A nameless piece ...
Visions of Beauty, of Light, and of Love,Born in the soul of a Dream,Lost, like the phantom-bird under the dove,When ...
Oh, stern indeed must be that minstrel's heart, In the world's dusty highway doomed to move,Who with life's sunshine and ...
INVITATION TO A FRIEND. Since dark December shrouds the transient day,And stormy Winds are howling in their ire,Why com'st not ...
(_From a High Cliff_) Sweep unrest Out of my blood, Winds of the sea! Sweep the fog Out of my ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
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