Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part II. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
You ask me whyI long to flyOut from your palace to the dreamy woodsAnd the summer solitudes,Why I pineIn this ...
My masters twain made me a bed Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder Of dreams of rest; ...
Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And Corydon the ...
MELIBOEUS, CORYDON, THYRSISDaphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And ...
The Winter Wind, the wind of death,Who knocked upon my door,Now through the keyhole entereth,Invisible and hoar:He breathes around his ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's ...
This is the maiden Solitude, too fairFor mortal eyes to gaze on—she who dwellsIn the lone valley where the water ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
I. WHAT song is this which on the water rings, Rousing the lonely post? — its flag ascends:Forth from the ...
Of all the fountains that poets sing,--Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring,Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth,Wells with bottoms of doubtful ...
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep, Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep ...
Each dawn, kneeling before my hearth,Placing stick, crossing stickOn dry eucalyptus barkNow the larger boughs, the log(With thanks to the ...
1When in front of you hangs the day with its Smallest detail-fine or crude- The intensely hot cracking squirrel-sounds Do ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
I I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side. And ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
I As the blind Milton's memory of light, The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone, Wroght joys for them surpassing all ...
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