Accolon Of Gaul: Part IV (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
What visionary tints the year puts on,When failing leaves falter through motionless airOr numbly cling and shiver to be gone!How ...
At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay,They show you a church, or rather the grayRibs of a dead one, ...
TAKE HANDS and part with laughter; Touch lips and part with tears;Once more and no more after, Whatever ...
(_Naples-on-the-Gulf_) On the green floor of the Gulf the wind is walking, Printing it with invisible feet; ...
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
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