The Widening Light (Carrie Williams Clifford Poems)
("But above all comes the New Spirit" CRISIS.) A sound of muttering, faint and far and low-- A sound of ...
("But above all comes the New Spirit" CRISIS.) A sound of muttering, faint and far and low-- A sound of ...
When in the long—drawn avenues of Thought I halt, and look before me and behind, And seek what erst I ...
The motes up and down in the sun Ever restlessly moving we see;Whereas the great mountains stand still, Unless terrible ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
I. A bridge of pearls its form uprears High o'er a gray and misty sea; E'en in a moment it ...
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness ...
FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
Across the red sky two birds flying, Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous flight. All day the ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
to find the origin, trace back the manifestations. Tao Between being and non-being barely there these sails of water, ice, ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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